Losing Hope

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❅ T H E N ❅ (Aged 11)

I watched in dread as dad climbed into his Toyota hilux and waved to me before he started the ignition and disappeared up the driveway. I whipped the curtain back into place and spun on my heels, my eyes frantically searching the room.

When I realised I was still alone, relief washed over me like a wave, and before I even had a chance to seek comfort in that relief, a bedroom door opened down the hallway.

I stood frozen in shock and horror as Lutin emerged from his chamber and watched as he stalked up the hallway. I held my breath as he passed by the doorway to the lounge room and continued on to the kitchen.

This time, I didn't allow myself to feel relieved, as the moment he had passed, I practically ran out of the room and back down the hallway and into my room.

I closed my bedroom door and silently thanked who or whatever it was that saved her from our morning ritual. I sort of drifted across my bedroom and over to my wardrobe, which I opened, and looked at myself in the mirror.

My eyes looked sunken-in and lifeless in contrast to the angry bruises that stained my pale skin. With a deep frown, I began to touch up the makeup I had applied earlier that morning to mask over the reality of my life.

The floorboards creaked out in the hallway and all my senses fled me. I stood as still as a statue and held my breath, hoping and praying that he would just leave my beating until tonight, as it was a Friday and I wouldn't have to cover up any new marks.

But, my prays weren't listened to and my bedroom door was flung open, revealing Lutin, who stood there with an evil sort of smile stretched across his face.

You knew something terrible was going to happen when he smiled like that and I felt all ounce of hope drain out of me like the colour from my already-pale skin.

I tried to stop my hands from shaking as he began to move towards me, slowly and deliberately, with a purpose we both knew. I back up as far as I could, but I knew that when my back made contact the my wardrobe door, I had no escape.

Lutin grabbed me by the wrists and yanked at my arms, almost popping my shoulders out of their sockets. I squeaked in pain, which caused his smirk to widen.

"Is that hurting, little slut?" He snarked, leaning right down to my face. I gathered spit in my mouth before sending it flying at his face. His smirk turned into a look of pure disgust as he yanked my right arm so hard that it caused tears to blur my vision.

Pain shot straight through my body as tears rolled down my face and I became overwhelmed by the agony I felt.

"You're gonna regret doing that, you bitch," he snarled, his eyes brimming with madness.

I screamed in agony as he turned me around and twisted my arm to the point of dislocation. I couldn't stop the tears streaming down my face as he shoved me forward and my forehead made contact with the wardrobe door.

He shoved me forward and I collapsed as he released my wrists, which were already bruised and swollen and covered in scars and cuts. I cradled my right arm to my chest as more tears rolled down my face, splashing onto the fabric of my school skirt.

He kicked me hard in the back and I cried out in pain as he turned and left.

So I sat there on the floor, endless amounts of tears falling from my eyes and in complete agony, as I awaited for my father's return.

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A/N: hi.

I want to apologise for the crappy quality of this chapter, as I couldn't really find the right words to write it.

And I'm really starting to realise how much of a bad idea writing this was.

But anyway... Did you enjoy it? I hope so.

I also hope that the title and description start to play a part of this soon.

Anyway, I'll go now. Thanks for reading. Love you guys.

Stay awesome
~ Leesha