Twisted

Chapter 24

*Hell Nov. 29, 1934*

If demons around us are staring I don't care. My family is back in my arms and for the first time, I feel complete. There isn't a piece of me missing anymore. 

Eventually, we break apart and sit by the bar. I cannot help the content smile that rests on my face. Dan sits on my left; Al is on my right, and mother is next to him. Harley is across from us making drinks. Husker also came up from where ever he was. Together the six of us sit around and chat. 

We share stories and drinks. I explain to Alastor why I'm in Hell, as does mother. Harley shares some stories of her own and asks questions. Dan tells about his radio station and some of his favorite memories with me when we were alive. Husk just nurses a drink while listening to it all. He's no one for storytelling, but he is a good listener.

Al turns to me and apologies again for what happened that night. "I am truly sorry y/n. I was not in the right frame of mind. I never meant to hurt you like I did."

I smile and shake my head, "You don't have to keep apologizing, Al. I forgave you a long time ago."

Al nods as he understands but I have a strange feeling he isn't done apologizing yet. He opens his mouth to say something but before any words leave his mouth his eyes darken at the sight of something over my shoulder. Confused, I turn around to see what he could be glaring at and my eyes widen in horror.

"What a lovely family reunion." A chilling voice mocks. "But it would appear you're missing one." Father stands next to the door leading down the stairs. His figure is pale and scarred. Blood drips down the side of his face as a result of the latest torture I inflicted upon him. Father waves to us with a smirk on his face and I hear mother cursing under her breath. 

I push my stool away and stand up. My eyes burn with hatred as my father takes a step closer to us. He limps as he walks but at the same time the ragged bloody clothes that he wears transform into a neat suit. My confusion in the moment allows him to step up close to me. He looks down at me as the blood on his temple continues to drip off his skin and to the floor. 

"Oh, would you look at that," Father places his hand on my neck and runs his thumb along the scar, "He cut you too? We match." I try to step out of my father's grasp but his grip on my neck tightens to where it's almost hard to breathe. 

Behind me, I hear a commotion as everyone else jumps to their feet. "Unless you want to lose y'er hands, get 'em off my daughter," Dan demands. 

Father looks from me to Dan curiously. "But she's not your daughter. Is she? Not really." Father tilts his head and stares at Dan like he's studying him while running a twisted finger through my hair. "You just wanted something you could love like one to free yourself from the guilt of what you did to your real daughter." Father's voice is low and harsh. He does not shout, he simply states. 

I try to look over my shoulder at Dan. I don't understand what father means. Dan never told me he had a daughter. But I can't really look because of my father's grip on my neck. 

Dan scoffs. "And you're the perfect example of what a father should be seeing how you treated your children." 

"You killed your daughter in a blind fit of rage, do not lecture me on good parenting." My father hisses. His grip tightens and a coughing gasp of air wheezes past my lips. I try to say anything to activate my powers but I'm rendered mute due to the pressure on my throat. Father looks at me. "Bet he never told you about that. About how he cut her open and left her to bleed on the floor. Whatever he told you was lies. He never loved you. He was just guilty."