Chapter 17~Trapped(h.s)§

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Listen to "I'm a Wanted Man" by Royal Deluxe

~Dayana's POV~

His words kept swirling around mind, even after midnight. A persistent reminder of the events that occurred. His father. It was his father. Chills spread across my arms, his father had touched me. Even after scrubbing his sloppy kisses from my neck, I still could feel his lips. The were a not so faint brutal reminder.

I felt disgusted. I still do. A sigh escaped my parted lips, so many things were going through my head. Sleep wasn't an option right now. I had been awake for so long that it had disappeared.

Sitting up from my laying position, I looked around my room, wanting some water. Spotting the glass jar empty, I grunted. Out of all days today it happened to be empty. Pushing away the comforters from my body, I pulled on my silk gown around my body pulling tight at the waist.

Grabbing the glass jar from its spot, I opened the door. For the first time there was no one standing by my door; guarding it. Shocked but mostly confused, considering all doors are suppose to be closed at 10. Could this possibly be my escape. Could it? Yes, it could. Was I going to take it and risk getting found out only to feel the repercussions. No.

This was to good to be true, something was going on, and it was putting me on edge. As I walked out the door and down the stairs towards the kitchen; everything was eerie silent not a sound coming from anywhere. I scolded my self, who would be up at this time. Maybe someone had to be up, but it had to be one of the maids, or even one of the boys.

Shaking the sketchy feeling away, I made my way to the kitchen doorway, but halted once I spotted none other then the bastard himself.

My palms began to form beads of sweat, my face became pale, and all I wanted to do was run from there. But the itchy and raspy feeling of my throat was gnawing at me in need of some water won over my inner battle.

"Well, well look who we have here. None other then the bitch that got my son against me." He spoke, glaring at me but a smirk etched upon his face.

He looked at me from from head to toe. For once I regretted not wearing pajama pants and an ugly shirt rather than the silky shorts and silk tank top.

Too engrossed in my thoughts I hadn't realized Harry's father was approaching me, a smirk stretching wider showing his yellow teeth.

"What are you doing." My voice quivered, taking cautious steps back as he kept approaching.

"You and I are going to have some fun." He chuckled, looking at me with lustful eyes.

For once, being in his house I regret not stay in my room. I cursed the damn man that was always at my door for not being there and stopping me from getting out.

"Stay away from me. Or I'll yell." I gritted out, glaring at him, making my point clear that I would not hesitate to do so. If it meant saving me hell I'd do anything.

"Oh, you'll do much more. After all that's what you're here for, are you not, bitch." His eyes held determination. Before I knew it he was running towards me in full stride. Turning around I ran as fast as I could.

"Where do you think your going?" He growled against my neck, grabbing me by the waist, chest against my back.

"Stop! Leave me alone!" I yelled, hoping someone would hear me. About to scream again, he covered my mouth with his hand.

Struggling to get out of his grip, I bit down at his hand making him yelp, having the upper hand. I tried kneeing him but ended up only hitting his upper thigh.

"You bitch! You're not going anywhere." He gritted out tightening his hold on me.

"Stop!" I yelled, one last time before he covered my mouth with a cloth he had. This wasn't happening again. Not again. Please, not again. I could feel the well of tears in my eyes, waiting to start spilling like a river.

"Sweetness, you'll be crying for other reasons in a while" And so the dam of tears broke and down did they pour against my cheeks. This was going to be it, I was going to be used.

Closing my eyes, once I felt his sloppy lips against my neck. All I could think of how this couldn't be happening. Where was he? I know he's no better but at least he saved me once.

"You dare lay a finger on her, and I'll kill you!"

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