Rescued By My Kidnapper

Rescued By My Kidnapper 18

Chapter 18

"Let me go!" I shrieked, trying to break free from my father's grasp. His grip was tight as he led to me the living room. When we got to the sofa, he pushed me down to the sofa, finally releasing me.

"Why are you doing this to me?!" I shouted at him. My father looked at me, bearing no emotion.

"I'm bringing you back home Violet," he answered calmly. I looked around at the familiar room, the brown floors, the dirty blue sofa and the stale smell that lingered the house for the longest time. It was where I grew up, all the good time with my mother. it used to be my heaven.

Now, it was just hell. And my father was the devil that's keeping me inside it.

"I thought you didn't want your daughter back. I called you a long time ago!"

"That was before I realised how precious daughter was, how I still love you and care for you," he spoke softly, his fingers caressing my cheek like how a loving father would treat his daughter. I was revolted when I saw the lie in his eyes. He, too, had the same coloured eyes as mine, but it was less noticeable.

It pained me to know I didn't inherit my mother's eyes which were so comfortable, warm and showing nothing but love. Instead I had my father's strict, cold, demonic eyes. I was heading into that direction not long ago.

Until I met Gavin.

Then my world changed and I learned that life was better at smiling and laughing. I didn't believe I could feel so much emotions with just one person. And now he was gone from my grasp.

I spit to my father's, wanting him away from me. He reacted quickly and gave me a tight slap on the face. The cheek on my left felt numb and I scowled at the pain.

"Don't you dare treat your father like this! You think you can get away with it?" He shouted, his face near mine to get me to look in his eyes.

"Remember that I'm the head in this house. As long as you're in my house, you give me respect. Is that clear?!" he boomed, his breath fumed with the smell of cigarettes. He took my hands roughly and brought me to my room. When he went out, he locked the door.

"I expect you to behave better Violet. We'll forget about the incident that happened. You'll continue school tmr," he said coolly, before locking the door. I was trapped.

I ran to the door and banged as hard as I could. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I saw the familiar window and looked down from it, considering to escape, but it was impossible. I was perched on the tenth floor, it would be suicidal if I wanted to escape from here. Unless I have wings.

I searched my whole room for any spare key or any tool I could use to help me escape and help me get out of my house. The irony was laughable. However, this time I didn't laugh.

As I searched every crevice, I realised my room was spotless, the wooden floors shined and my bed covers smelt of detergent. The thing was, I've never cleaned my room like this. I used to have a messy pile of CDs beside my drawers and posters of my favorite bands on the walls. That was my room.

Now, the bedroom had cleaned walls that was coated with fresh purple paint, no sign of the posters I've collected from magazines. My CDs were all organized on a shelf I've never seen before. It was as though I was in a Barbie house, being cleaned and polished after a person who wanted to control my life.

The anger that boiled inside of me was enraged. I kicked the door with my sneakers, letting all my anger out on the kick, not caring if it would cause a bruise on my toes. My mp3 player was still on my bedside table, also cleaned properly.