𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 | 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑜 𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 (English Version)

𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒

Warning: Violence, abuse
Word: 1280 

Mikayla Rosewood

I hear the door slammed followed by footsteps going up the stairs. Heavy but direct steps: my father. Eban Rosewood. The man responsible for my shitty life. I hear him approach my bedroom door which obviously is locked, as always. My door, the only thing that separates me from him or should I say protects me from him, starts to move. I then see the handle turned in all directions, an attempt to try to open it, like every time. A few seconds pass before the handle stops moving. Maybe I would be lucky tonight, I told myself.

All my hopes were dashed when the man behind the piece of wood started screaming. It seemed as if his rage was pouring into his words. Sometimes I heard my name, other times it was insults or threats. In fact, it was almost just threats. What made me afraid of him was that the threats he shouted at me almost always came true.

- MIKAYLA YOU BETTER OPEN THIS DOOR YOURSELF! DO YOU HEAR ME YOU BITCH! I SWEAR TO YOU THAT IF I HAVE TO OPEN IT BY MYSELF, YOU WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AGAIN! he was shouting at me from across my door.

I back away from the door. My back then hit my bed which was in the center of the table. I wasn't going to open the door. Even though he had threatened me, I learned over time that if I opened it, he would do the same thing to me as if I hadn't opened the door.

My father, whom I no longer consider as such for several years now, is a man without feelings or even without emotions. It's almost like it's not human. Heartless. It's just a body without a soul you could say. I tell myself that this is probably why he became a Death Eater: because he feels nothing and only thinks about hurting others. For me, this man is already dead.

Suddenly, a crashing sound pulls me from my thoughts. Then appears, in the doorway, the silhouette of my late father. Even though my mind is telling me to run away, my body is stuck to the ground. I can't move, I can't. My eyes then meet his gaze. A blank, black and murderous look.

He stares at me. I stare at him.

I see him take his wand out of his coat pocket and place it on my bed. He starts to approach me, muttering phrases that I couldn't hear. He's still staring at me but this time I look away, trying to find a place to escape.

- Are you afraid Mikayla? But why would you be afraid... he said to me smiling.

Without expecting it, I feel myself being lifted off the ground by my neck. Suddenly, I gasp. I look down to finally see my father grabbing me by the neck with both hands. The air, which has become rare in my lungs, struggles to enter.

- I TOLD YOU TO OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR FOR ME, BUT YOU DIDN'T LISTEN TO ME. YOU WILL HAVE TO PAY THE CONSEQUENCES! Eban was now shouting in my face, and his beer breath was entering my nostrils.

Drunk. That's what he was. Again.

I then started to see black. Little black dots. My vision was becoming blurry, to the point where I could no longer make out the furniture in the room.

- YOU'RE JUST A DIRTY LITTLE SLUT! LIKE YOUR MOTHER WAS.

I wanted to respond and defend myself, but I couldn't. I was struggling to breathe. I couldn't even shake the grip his hands had on my neck. I was incapable of it. I was about to lose consciousness.

Suddenly my entire body collapsed to the ground. If I wasn't so used to what my father put me through, I could have said that luck had smiled on me tonight. But that would be a lie. It was just the beginning of monstrous acts.

It was then that I felt a pain in my stomach. It took my breath away. Looking up, with all the misery in the world, I saw my father's foot come into contact with my stomach. The pain repeated again. And even. And again... And... again... Again...

I stopped counting after four times. And I held back from crying. I restrained myself from screaming. I refrained from defending myself, at that point. I simply closed my eyes. I waited.

- Get up.

I didn't get up. I hadn't opened my eyes. I didn't move. I didn't have to speak. I was to stay where I was.

- Get up! he said more jerkily.

I still haven't done anything. And even if I wanted to do something, I couldn't. I was paralyzed.

- I TOLD YOU TO GET UP DAMN IT! he shouted, grabbing me by the hair.

I'm sure he'd taken some off me when they pulled them, but that didn't matter to me. I opened my eyes and tried as hard as I could to stay standing. My legs could have given out at any moment.

I felt a usual but in no way pleasant warmth on my cheek. Followed by a second and a third. The trace of his hand, which was now on my face, radiated an unpleasant heat on my skin. Then I felt a blow to my nose and my left eye. I put my hand to my nose and when I looked at it, I noticed a large bloodstain there. Tears were starting to flow from my eyes, even though I was trying hard to keep them from falling.

My father was always hitting me in different places and shouting insults at me. I had become accustomed to his aggressive behavior. In fact, I didn't really have the choice to get used to it since almost every time he returned from encounters with the Death Eaters, he was violent with our family. But especially me. It's like I'm an object to let off steam. And honestly, I was starting to see only that of me.

I don't know how long he's been hitting me and to be honest I don't really want to know. But to me it feels like it's been forever.

A sharp pain in my thigh pulled me from my thoughts again. I saw him bring up his hand with a knife covered in blood. I stop myself from letting out a cry as the blade penetrates my flesh. I put my hand in my mouth so as not to make any noise. The tears begin to flow down my cheeks before falling to the ground, covered in blood. I collapse on the ground. I look at my thigh, covered in blood. I try to head towards the door but with all my injuries from the evening as well as the old ones, it's almost impossible to move. But I try anyway. I can not stand it anymore.

For his part, Eban instead walks towards my bed and grabs his wand that he had left there a few minutes earlier. He turns towards me with a wicked smile on his face.

- Where are you going to go like that Mikayla? he asks me, laughing.

I turn around and see his wand. Pity! No! Not yet! I remember what he did to me last time. The memories come back to my mind. Images. The sound of his voice. My sister who was watching while crying.

- No... I said with the little strength I had left. Not...yet...

He points his wand at me. I close my eyes.

- Weak like your mother! he laughs in my face.

His evil laugh. His monster laugh. That's what he is...a monster. And that's what it always will be.

- CRUCIO! he shouts.