The Lost World

Chapter 1

I laid sprawled across my plain bed watching as the rain splattered on my window pane.

I huddled in a ball under the thick white sheets careful not to make a single sound.

Light blinded me as a strong hand clasped around the sheet and ripped it off me.

"Quite peaceful when its raining huh?" Daddy questioned.

Terror filled my eyes and I stiffened staring only at the blank wall.

"Answer me Kasey" he ordered raising his voice.

"Yes sir" I answered squirming in his presence.

"Don't look at me like that" he yelled.

"Like...like what" I responded hesitantly.

"Like your mother" he spat looking down.

Her image instantly appeared in my mind as I thought of how little I knew the woman I called "momma".

Long pretty blonde hair emerald green eyes stricken of the light that used to dance on them pale skin weak and bruised body. 

I had never seen her any different daddy had killed the woman she had been and I hated him for it.

"You and her are just the same scared, weak, pitiful" he said shaking his head while taking a nauseatingly long sip of whatever alcohol lurked at the bottom of the glossy bottle.

He laid on the bed bringing his head to the pillow.

 "What is this?" He questioned reaching under the Pillow.

"Um it's it's nothing just A silly old picture" I claimed desperate to grab it

He glared at me with hatred and disgust and brought his attention back to the picture.

"Come with me" he ordered clasping his hand around my neck in a swift movement. Immediately I knew exactly where we were going. The attic. The place full secrets and things left in the shadows. Like the gun.

"Plea...please I can't breathe" I pleaded.

My vision became fuzzy around the edges and I stopped struggling.

His hand released my neck and I fell to the cold hard floor with a thud.

"You can come out when you learn that your mother was a worthless skank"He barked throwing the picture to the ground as the shards of glass that framed the photo splattered one cutting my hand as it flew across the room.

Daddy slammed the door locking it behind him I clutched my knees to my chest and the walls started closing in on me.

I extended a shaking bleeding hand towards the picture smiling at the sight of me and my mother and then glanced towards my father his expression blank. I grabbed a piece of glass intent on puncturing my fingers and cut him out of the picture leaving blood on the sharp edges of the glass.

I held the photo and laid back on the shards breathing in sharply as the glass cut at me.

As tears welled in my eyes I held the picture firm to my chest shards tearing my clothes and skin.

Somehow after all he did I still loved daddy and I hated myself for it.

But he was all I had left momma was gone nothing but a distant memory. And it was daddy's fault and I blamed every ounce of pain I ever felt on the horrible man that walks beneath me downstairs waiting for the moment he gets his revenge.

"I love you" I whispered to the picture and I laid my head back on the glass with no care as to whether or not it killed me maybe I would be with momma in another world.