ADRENALINE [THE BOYZ]

IV.

The slamming of the door echoed through the hideous building, interrupting the couple's drinking session.

They both looked at the doorway and found Celine in the door frame, gasping for air. She looked as if she had run a marathon.

"What happened to you?" Charlotte questioned the younger's state who soon stood in front of the two with a scowl.

Without any word, she harshly placed the orange bottle on the table, along with the rolled cash.

"You came back soon and with a little money. What's wrong with you?" Her father growled at her little work.

"Why was I almost killed for this bottle?" Celine tried to not sound harsh because she might meet consequences sooner than she could explain her story, so she made sure she did not sound disrespectful towards her father.

"What?" Her father suddenly seemed interested in his daughter's life as he landed forward, placing his elbows on his knees.

"a group of guys, I offered a few names but they wanted something less boring so I named this one and they tried to kill me." She explained frustratingly.

"What.." His father's words trailed off as he looked her up and down. "Where's the rest of it?" Celine's stomach dropped when she heard what she feared the most. 

"I...I.." She couldn't bring herself to say they took the rest of it as she felt bullets of nervousness form over her forehead.

"You what, huh?" He got on his feet as Celine became aware of what might happen now. "You fucked up, didn't you?" Charlotte was also on her feet, trying to calm her boyfriend down.

"It wasn't my fault!" She tried to argue through his fuming stare.

"Oh but it FUCKING IS!" he harshly pushed Charlotte off of himself, forcing her onto the hard floor, as he trampled towards Celine with a face red from anger.

Celine wanted to argue her way to safety as she took little shuffled steps back, but it was already too late as she was getting dragged to her room by a fistful of her hair. All along the way, she tried to reason with her father, pleading for him not to hurt her again, but he did not give her a mind.

Once they arrived at her room, he pushed her to the dirty floor and slammed the door shut behind him. He hiked his way to her like a starved hunter finally finding some food.

She shuffled backward as she begged him to change his mind, "No, dad, please, please, I promise it won't happen again." But of course, he never batted an eye at her already teary eyes as he stopped in front of her when her back hit the wall.

She was trapped and had to accept that there was no escaping from consequences.

He took off his belt and folded it once before holding it over his head.

Celine let more tears slide down her rosy cheeks as she tolerated her fate, waiting for the impact.

Charlotte couldn't help her shaking knee as she heard the screams and pleas of the younger female from upstairs. She heard every little sound and cringed at it, not being able to do anything.

Oh how much she wished she could save the little girl from her father. How much she wished she could hold a firm grip on her hand and lead her to safety and away from this hell hole.

But she learned from the last time. She learned there is no escape.

Once you are in, there is no way out.

Charlotte couldn't help the tears from falling as she heard the poor girl upstairs cry loudly while begging her father to stop. but It was all over when her father got tired and sweaty from all the work he had done on his daughter.