Why Fear The Face ?

Chapter 6

"Please stop Bouquet, you don't want to do this..." I whispered still keeping up my 'tough girl ' act. I had under estimated his strength and weight and now I had found myself in a rather tricky situation. We were at the back end of the theatre, the end where nobody ever went and if I did scream, nobody would hear me. What hurt the most was as I was being dragged by him against my own free will, I asked onlookers to help me, but of course they couldn't meet my eyes.

Everywhere was cloaked in darkness and I could only just about see him due to a slight crack in the wall allowing some moonlight to shine through; still his shadow was very hazy. He had me pinned against the wall with both my arms held above my head, the rest of his giant, sleazy body was squished against mine so that I couldn't even move my legs, I was completely and utterly trapped; even when I did fight back he just slapped me and carried on kissing and biting my neck even harder. It was when he started grinding himself upon me that the tears began to fall and I screamed in helplessness. My stomach had flipped and I felt like I was going to be sick, and there was nothing I could do to stop him, another worst thing was this feeling of helplessness reminded me ever so much of my father which just made the silent tears fall harder.

When I screamed the second time when one of his hands started to wander, that's when he pulled out a sharp shinning object from his pocket which he slit across my neck, it didn't particularly hurt too badly, perhaps it was the fear or adrenaline however it did make me shut up rather quickly. At first when he put it to my neck I closed my eyes and said what I thought was my last prayer, but suddenly his weight was lifted from me and I was free but just collapsed in a heap on the floor as I attempted to catch my breath back. My eyes tried to search for him in the darkness, but alas he was no longer there, it was as if he had just disappeared.

Pulling myself together, I stood up slowly and stumbled through the darkness looking for light to no avail. I was alone in the dark, just the way I had been for the majority of my teenage life. It's moments like these, that my rather dangerous inner conscious decides to play the what-if game.

What if my mum hadn't been ill.

What if she wasn't so determined to be a hardworking parent.

What if she hadn't of been tired on that dreaded day.

What if she didn't loose her footing and fall down the stairs.

What if she didn't bang her head on each aged wooden step.

What if I wasn't the one to of found her, the innocent little girl who thought herself and those few people around her to be invincible, to find her own dead mother lying in a measly puddle of her own, deathly red liquid of both life and death.

One of the fondest memories of her was the nightly book antics we frequently shared. My father has always disapproved of women reading in his household. Even before when he was an incredible husband and father, this was one of his only strict rules.

However mother had other ideas. At the crack of midnight I remember hearing the soft padded footfall of her elegant nature entering my typical little girls room. She would enter with a book under the crook of her arm and would begin lighting my favourite perfumed candle whilst slowly arising me from slumber if I had the privilege of falling asleep.

I have always suffered from horrific nightmares since I was a small child, the doctor simply put it down to my over reactive imagination. Told my parents that the monstrous dreams would calm themselves down soon enough. They never did.

Mother would tuck herself into my bed once she had climbed in and exchange body heat in a tight cuddle if it was a particularly cold night. Then we would silently delve into the wonderful pages of stories of far off lands and incredible adventures.

I haven't been able to read a single book since mother died, for I have no clue where she so cleverly hid them and I'm sure papa wouldn't appreciate me snooping around his chambers.

A cold wind on the back of my kneck brought me out of my wandering thoughts and to the living nightmare that stands at the current.

If there was one thing I was terrified of, it was the dark. Not necessarily the darkness itself perhaps, but the evil within. There on that dirty wooden floor that reeked of rusting metal, I was alone within in the evil of the night. I stumbled and stumbled until I eventually was sent into a frenzy of fear and tripped over the hem of my dress and landed in a pile of self loathing and pity on the floor. I began to bawl my eyes out. Hoping somehow that this would be a more effective method that simply screaming, somehow I thought that muffling tears would add to the job of finding help.

I simply didn't understand,

Understand how a world in which I once thrived in would be my undoing. How harmless people could cause so much pain onto others.

Why I was so lost.

Why nobody even glanced my way of gave me a second glance in my short time of need. I'd always thought I'd been a relatively respectful human being. Always gone to church. Always helped those even more fortunate than myself never mind less! So why in gods name was I being punished so?

I was ready to give up.

I was ready to join my mother at that particular moment in time.

But just before I folded into the darkness of sleep and the nightmares which were to follow, I heard a sweet whisper of a calming voice.

"Let me protect you..." He sang in my ear.

Fear coursed through my veins. Was this man Bouquet back for a second round? Or perhaps my father had come to find me. No way in this lifetime was I going back to that dreadful hell hole.

My brain was telling my body to move, to protect myself, to do something! But perhaps it was the cold, or the fact that my body was exhausted after weeping, was the reason as to why I didn't resist his loving touch when he softly lifted me off the ground and cradled me into his arms as I fell into a deep sleep of protruding nightmares.

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A.N: Firstly, very sorry this took so long I've wrote this chapter THREE TIMES now, and I've saved them thinking I've done a brilliant job then turns out they didn't save -_-. So yes, very sorry about the wait but please keep reading I promise to finish this book no matter how long it takes. So yeah thank you for taking the time to read.^_^

Love Cathy x