𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞 [𝐇.𝐒] vol.2

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If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses

Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life
Well, I've had just enough time

if I die young -the band perry

"Little little Charlie..."

I looked down my fingers praying that this would be over quick knowing that nobody was home to save me from this nightmare.

Kneeling down on the hard wood flooring that dug into my knees that left marks.

His fingers gently touching my cheek as a sick twisted act "A shame you don't look like her -but that mouth of yours...isn't it the same thing"

I closed my eyes clenching my jaw shut as he grazed his thumb against my lower lip feeling that my stomach twist in disgust. 

"Now, we're gonna do this one more time" I yelped in pain as he gripped my hair yanking chunks of hair in the process, my sobs were already echoing the room "Where the fuck did you hide Natasha's shit -don't fucking make you regret not opening that mouth"

I held his wrist trying to prey it off my hair and relief some but it was no use, his grip was hard enough to leave a bruise.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not lying I swear" I cried even though it had no use.

He yanked my hair higher making me rise up to met him half way "You know what the funny thing is sweetheart, I don't believe a word you say. She taught you how to lie...I'm going to teach you how to say the truth" A scream slipped my lips, a painful one that made my throat raw from the force.

His fingers gripped harder in my hair as he dragged me down the hall towards the room as I pleaded.

"pleasee, I'm telling you the truth. She left nothing behind...not even a picture" I was telling half the truth which was better than nothing.

I didn't know what was worse right now...the pain I'd be inflicted with or the betrayal my sister would feel if I opened my mouth.

Sometimes I can't decide what harms me more.

"Pleasee...I don't know!" I cried out when he threw me in the room, my face hitting the floor as I already felt the metallic taste in my mouth.

"You look so much like her, it's almost hard to tell the diference between you two now" He sighed, the look in his eyes wasn't the one I liked. I could feel his disgusting gaze on my body. 

I wanted to throw up hating that he says that every time this happens. 

You look so much like your sister...and I'm going to use you like I used her.

I hated her, I hated him...I hated that all I could do now was cry-

"Why don't you be a good girl and open your mouth like she did Charlotte" I curled my body into a ball hearing him mess with his clothes getting ready for the horrors to come. 

I wasn't ready.

I wanted help to end this, to forget this...to not be here. 

"Don't cry...how are you gonna tell me if you're sobbing" His gentle touch on my lower back sent a chilling wave through my body causing every fiber in my skin to recoil.