Sweet influence

Chapter 31: Kill, run, leave

✧Zachary✧
I slowly opened my eyes, breathing hard on the ground. This basement, I'm all alone in here.

Did they leave me here? I came to come get Theo and Emily and they left me. My body is aching, my head is pounding and I'm dizzy as shit.

"Zachary," My father mumbled, and I heard footsteps coming closer to me.

Why is he here?

He kneels down next to me and looks at my face. He traces his fingers on my face and he pulls me up to sit.

"If I'm going to kill you, I want to do it fairly," he whispered, taking a wet cloth out.

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✿Maybellen✿
"Maybellen, go to the bathroom and get cleaned up, also get stuff for Zachary," Theodore instructed me.

I nodded my head and limped to the bathroom and just as I was about to open it I was pulled back.

Someone covered my mouth and my screams were muffled. I felt a hand around my waist and I tried to wiggle out but I couldn't. I was dragged to the room and thrown onto the bed. I was terrified. I saw my father walking towards me.

"I'm finally will be able to kill you," My father bellowed.

I put my chin on my chest and I started breathing hard.

~𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤~

"The most effective place to punch someone is the jaw, throat, and kidney area," Zach informed me.

A small chuckle leaves my mouth, "Why would I need to know that?"

"We're both in deep shit right now. Just in case," Zach responded, giving me a kiss on my cheek.
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He walks closer to me, lifting my chin. He twirled my hair and snickered, and I felt his breath on my skin. I felt my heart pounding in my chest and my breathing became shallow. I could feel my body trembling and I felt a chill go down my spine.

I'm going to have to kill my father.

He grabs my neck and started squeezing it. I watched him choke me and a tear fell down my face.

I hit his arm and push his back.

"You're a pathetic, weak, little girl," He spat at me, throwing a cup at my head.

I felt my fear and anger boiling up inside me. I wanted to scream and fight but I was too scared to move. I had been abused by my father for too long.

"The only weak person here is you. Do you think beating a child for half their life means you are strong? It doesn't, you're just a fucking coward," I retorted, glaring at him.

"What did you say?" he growled, moving towards me.

I was scared of what he was going to do to me, scared of being powerless against him, scared of his anger and violence.

I hold onto my stomach that was wounded. If I don't clean it soon it's going to get infected.

"You're just a weak bastard on the inside who wants to believe they're strong. But you'll never be strong. You will never hit my brother again, you will never yell at my mom, and you won't abuse me anymore," I bitterly told him.

His eyes slightly widen and his hands were clenched.

Remember, jaw, throat, kidney.

My father runs towards me and tried to punch me but I ducked down and punched his stomach.

He falls down and looks at me. He started unbuckling his belt and I bit my lip.

He stands up again and gets a good grip on his belt. He hits my face with it and I feel blood dripping down my face.

I felt a sharp pain in my face.

"The next time you do any shit like that I'll remind you who's boss!" he shouted at me, kicking me over.

~Flashback~

As soon as my dad got a good grip on the belt, he began hitting my arm. He puts extra force into this one and it stings for a couple of seconds making me rub my arm.

I squeezed my eyes, trying to avoid crying and resisting the pain.

"The next time you fucking say no, I'll remind you who's the boss of this damn house!" He spat at me, shaking his head in disbelief.

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I get back up again and pulled out the knife from my pocket.

"You won't do it," My dad mumbles, taking his tie off.

"Y-yes I w-will, and I will watch you die in front of me," I stammered, holding my stomach.

"No, you won't. You have to be a harsh, heartless, human being to kill your own father. You can't do that because you're fragile," he chuckled.

A tear fell down my face and I started feeling lightheaded.

Me and him are face to face with each other and I feel his breath on my skin.

"My sweet daughter, look at you. You've grown up to be strong but not you are not strong enough," he whispered in my ear.

Kill him already, that's what the voices in my head keep telling me to do. But I don't want to kill anyone.

"You should've been the one who passed out instead of your brother," he mentioned.

"S-stop-" I stuttered.

"The silencer should've killed you by then," he scoffed.

I shook my head and another tear fell down my face, "S-stop,"

"Diego should've done something worse that night," he seethed.

My legs started shaking and my hands were slowly lowering.

"Zachary should've died and left you all alone-"

I stabbed the knife in his chest and my dad stop talking. My heart was pounding and my breathing was becoming shallow. Blood dripped into my hands and he falls down a little.

"I-I-I hope y-you d-die," he whispered.

I keep the knife in his chest and let go. I look at him with tears in my eyes.

I stared at him, suddenly all my guilt has gone away from him. The father who ruined my life abused me, and hurt my brother is gone.

I can finally breathe.

I look at him for the last time, all I see is nothing.

"Goodbye, Dad, I hope what you did to me made you happy," I whispered.

I turn around and turn the light off, making my way to the bathroom.

Please Zachary be alive.

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I rushed down to the basement with the stuff and saw Zachary with a knife. His father is here and there fighting. Zachary's father's face is bloody.

Zachary can barley stand correctly.
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