Father?" I harshly spoke my eyes hardening into a glare as I faced his sudden evil smirk. This made me a bit frightened, seeing as how I was alone with my abusive father, and three other dark figures that looked threatening. What did he have planned? The thoughts played along in my head as I tried to not look so nervous, knowing he'd take it to his own advantage. But seemingly as hard as I tried no to show it, his smirk only grew wider, as well as my eyes. Shit, he had me right where he wanted me.
"What do you want?" I asked, my words harsh. I took in a sharp breath when all I heard was his deep, frightening chuckle.
"What, don't trust me darling?" his eyes darted into mine, like he was burning my soul. My body was slightly trembling, but I would not let his plan play out. He's not going to win this time. At least that's what I thought.
I was abruptly ripped from my position behind the counter, my arms gripped tightly, making it impossible for me to retreat. It was then when I saw the three threatening faces of the figures I had noticed earlier. Two of which were holding me tightly, making sure I can't release from their sudden grip. The other one smirking in front of me with my father right next to him. I was done.
Before I could contain any other thoughts of the situation my face was smacked so hard I knew the red mark would stay for the next few days. Some strands of my hair were tugged harshly, as I was kneed in the stomach, causing me to bend down the most that I could from the pain flooding within me. With one swift move, I was knocked off my feet, only to become unconcious as I'm sure was to their advantage, still beating the hell out of me. The rest was a blur. Earlier, I couldn't have been happier, now its hell. How could something so good, turn into something to bad in a matter of minutes?
