Runaway - A DEVIL'S NIGHT FANFICTION (PTBR + ENG)

Chapter 9 - Nini

Trigger warning:As previously posted, this fanfic has physical and verbal aggression triggers in addition to a few others.If you feel bad, please stop reading.The protagonist I created in the Devil's Night world goes through some types of abuse and you may feel bad for Nini, so I needed to warn you about this.Finally, I'd like to make it clear that comments and messages are very welcome.

Four years ago...

I knew what was coming. When I saw that the dining room lights were off, I knew that Evans' meeting was already over and his friends had already left. I had an idea of what would happen when I said goodbye to Ivar and so I wanted to keep him away, but at the same time, I had to resist how much I wanted to hug him and ask him to stay or to take me away again. I would give anything to get back to that trolley and that underground line.

"Where were you, Dominique?" - he asks as soon as I close the window and realize that he is sitting on my bed.

I linger there for a moment, watching Ivar run away and feeling my heart sink. Only after he disappears into the forest do I answer him:

"I went out to eat at Sticks" - I lie.

"With whom?" - he asks and I hear him get up.

I close my eyes and take off my glasses, putting them on the table beside the bed, because I know he is coming towards me.

"Alone," I answer, and after that I turn to face him.

I've had nights where I've screamed. Where I struggled and tried to fight back, but in the end, I always ended up in the same place. The difference between the other days and today is that I didn't want my happiness to end so suddenly, and seeing that he was already holding the rope he used to use, I tried to run and lock myself in the bathroom.

But soon I feel his fist close in my hair and pull me back before I can touch the doorknob.

"Let's try again: Where did you go and who were you with, Dominique?" - he asks, pulling my hair and making me face him.

I would never give them up. And knowing exactly where this was going, I decided that this would be a night where I would try to react, and to do so, despite a dry throat, I added as much saliva to my mouth as I could and spit it in his face.

As Evans let go of my hair to try to clean himself up, I run out of my room and into the hallway, but once again, before I can make it to the stairs, he catches me, pushing me against the wall and slapping me hard enough that I fall to the side.

I made him mad. He rarely hurts my face. The thought almost makes me laugh, but tears roll down my face as the burning builds up on my cheek and I taste blood in my mouth.

"I could break your damn little neck so quickly" - he threatens. – "I would throw your body into the river and you would suffer the same fate as your father."

Hatred boils in my gut and with a grunt, I use my legs to try to push him off the ladder, but he holds on to the banister and crouches to my height.

"Do you really think you can get rid of me that easily?" - he asks, stepping closer, taking off my sling and pulling my forearms forward. – "What do you say I give you another fifteen days in this cast, huh? I bet the doctor would agree with me and keep you in the hospital this time, doped up."

I let go of his hands to speak:

"Just get it over with, you shitty bastard. Let's go!" - I try to say, but Evans gets to his feet and lifts me up with him.

"Cut the shit!" - he shouts as he shakes me. – "You're not a retard! You can talk!"

I smile between tears, because I know he hates it when I use ASL, and I feel a drop of blood escape. At this point, I don't know if I could talk or if I was already in hell.