My Endless Road [COMPLETED]

Chapter 22

~Ari~

My choked sobs couldn't be formed in my parched throat as this man I left my homeland to get away had circles proof of seldom slumber and his hazel brown eyes, where mines had originated from, were padded of worry and trepidation, his bruised milk-chocolate colored skin, bounded by the similar demonic chains . I know I wanted to get away but never in my confused mind I'd ever want him to suffer this much.

When his gaze fitted mines, I knew he had even more sudden burst of protectiveness and distress in his weary eyes. I couldn't imagine what he was thinking.

How his daughter could end up in a situation like this after he hadn't seen her for months?

Or

What beast or devil would have his oldest daughter in marriage, in this position? Her skin displayed similarities to Christ beatings before he was crucified or how her face displayed a swollen plum or how she was half naked and was being held by two well-built males or what they had done to her to have her in this state of dreariness and misery had replaced her joyfulness years ago?

It broke my heart to see him like this.

If I could have gone back in time, things wouldn't have been this way.

"Princess?" he croaked.

Princess. He named me.

"Si, papa." I nodded stiffly.

Ace knelt there silently absorbing this new information, but his frame was indifferent to my father's. His sapphire-like eyes were also miserable.

I can't believe I caused all this cause of one stupid ass bitch.

"Sorry to break this sickly love fest, but I have some business to deal with here," Nena scowled in her breath. Obvious disgust and resentment in her villainous glares she shot my way.

"Leave her here boys, you can leave now," she shooed them off with the flick of her hand.

Unknowingly, my face instantly came into contact with the cold condense concrete, which inflamed my swollen plum face.

I hissed in pain and suddenly I heard the 24 ton of steel door slammed closed, another pair of hands grabbed me up and led me back to hell.

My eyes had been shut tight since my fall because of the throbbing pain on my jaw and my forehead.

Repossessed by the chains of misery, I was in my previous position before being raped. In the middle of Ace and my father.

My head hung loosely facing downwards as I heard Ace trying to quietly make sure I was cognizant.

"Ari, you ok?"

No response.

"Don't worry, Jace and Leah went to find help."

My heart raced for a second at the sound of his precious name. Jace. I missed his touch, his nerdy side, his caresses, his enslaving kisses, his glorious eight pack, his beautiful laugh, his passionate hugs, his girl-like snores, his beryl seas in his eyes, his unique voice, his robust muscles, his hundred watt dazzling smile. I just missed him.

"Are you done whispering to your slutty friend here, Acey?" she deadpanned but added a sickly sweet to to his shitty nickname.

I would've bet he shot her one of his deadly glares which instantly shut you up.

Apparently, it didn't work on her. FML.

As if he obeyed, he stopped assuring me with the hope I needed.

"Now Abby, darling, do you want to know why I did all this bullshit just for meaningless revenge?" she questioned me, stalking her way towards me with the black piece of leather in her hand.

With that same whip, she used it to tilt my head up enough to watch her stone cold gaze but I couldn't open my eyes. It seemed like to much strength and I didn't want to get blind.

"Leave my daughter alone, you little immature bitch!" my father proclaimed.

Rarely, my father ever cussed, and when he did, it meant shit got real.

"Excuse me old man, but I don't think you have any say in this, its between me and this slut you call your own." She spat angrily.

"Just because your mother disowned you, doesn't mean I did my own child the same!" he stated profoundly, with hatred in his voice.

And with that, my eyes opened slightly enough, to say the quick flicker of emotions from calmness to irritation, aversion and a bit of dejection.

From that, I knew he overstepped his boundaries.

That new formation of fury was a dangerous one and the look in her eyes showed that it was no lie.

She pulled out an ebony and silver pistol and aimed it at my father with no sign of remorse. She paced herself across to my right, where my father knelt and pressed against his forehead. At this time, my eyes were fully awaken and my gaze turned towards my father and Nena.

My dad raised his gaze up and fixed it on her, his eyes had an exotic emotion that I couldn't decipher. It almost looked like he was willingly ready to die.

"Go ahead, shoot me, I deserved it anyway." he declared readily, his gaze flickered to me a second then back to her.

"Abby, I'm sorr—" Bang!!!!

She pulled the trigger, my body jumped involuntarily to the sudden explosion. A new flow of tears trickled down my already tear-stained cheeks, staring at the gunshot wound in the middle of my deceased father's forehead. Blood oozed endlessly and his once lively brown hazel eyes were open but no longer showed any signs of life. His lifeless arms were still bounded by the chains.

The new tears flowed boundlessly out of my eyes as I heard the cackling witch in the background.

I never got to tell him goodbye.

He apologized too late and I couldn't say anything else since he was now gone forever.