Haunted By The Night (rewrite beginning chapters)

XII | Leaving

And the hardest lesson to learn,
Is how to be alone all
Over again.

~Emelisse~

Lily folded, hanged and kept my laundry.

For the last time.

This morning while she was washing and cleaning everything down stairs, the one and only Mr. Thorne spoke with me in this very room.

I still cannot get over the fact that Mr. Thorne, the man who owns this extravagant warehouse, has spoken to me. More like negotiated my future of torment and despise.

I knew it was stupid to try and run, to try and escape this man of wrath and integrity. He was tall. Too tall. And he was wide. Too wide. He was dangerous. Too dangerous. He was all too much.

But he also had this aura about him. It was dark yet mysterious. It was warmth yet comfortable and it was of something I can't quite seem to describe.

But yet I still stayed. I still felt this strange pull to him that I could not comprehend.

It was nice, but if I fell in too deep. I might not come back up alive.

-

Tears trickles down my face; god knows how many times that has happened since I've arrived here.

"Sweetheart, you'll be fine. The manor is no where near as scary as this place is. There is no rooms with cell doors, no bared windows with sharp edges and no hard beds." Lily tries her best to calm me. But it doesn't work.

"But I'll still be with him," my hands clung to my face. I don't want Lily seeing me ugly cry. Not again. Not anymore.

My body shook so hard I'm sure I over reached those screeching noises from last night.

Lily sighs. "I'll be back with a suitcase." Her smile hurts me.

She left as I cuddled my legs up to my chest. "Why is it always me?" My eyes were filled like a swimming pool. They were red and sore.

My breaths turn shallow as the room around me begun to cave in. Emelisse it's just your mind. It's just your mind. It just your mind.

"Ahhh," I stagger back, my head hitting the wall. "Please! Please! Plea-" my words prolonged. Not stopping.

"иди сюда, чертова шлюха!" My father's word consumes my mind and it's never ending, but the solace that comes within it soothes me. What if this guy is far worse? What if- [come here, you fucking whore]

I am happy that I know I've gotten away from that. But what this guy could do, can be far worse.

Lily came back with my suit case, full and already packed. The suit case barely touched my hip. That makes me sad at how little one could have.

How little I have.

A strange car pull up beside us. One I have never seen before. Black, sleek and is as loud as those noises. A familiar looking man slips out the drivers side of the car.

Everything stops as I look for a little longer.

The guy from the mansion. That's who it was. Dee was it? Or was it Dannie? I don't know.

My heart paced. Is he going to point that Glock at me again?

"Lily, it's lovely to see you." The man's broad shoulders wrapped around lily like cobra. Strangling its prey, ready to eat. They talk for a little bit. But soon turned back. It was like the game Chinese whispers.

Where one tells the other a secret and the other tells another. And the last person is to seek if the person next to them told them the trick .

"Come on Miss Lazar, we have business to attend." He open the side I'm supposed to be seated in and gestured me to get in.

But I stand there. Maybe three or so minutes. Maybe even thirty. What I didn't see coming was the broody man picking me up and flinging me over his right shoulder. I should be scared. I should be frightened, but what can be worse than him? Right?

He walks me around the car and shoves me into the seat, putting my belt on while doing so. "così dannatamente testardo." He rolls his eyes and slams the door. [so fucking stubborn]

My defeat was far on. I could barely even care enough to keep my eyes open. But enough to keep my ears pointed.

I could hear everything, even the slightest of noises. His heavy breath, the noise of the car engine, the air con, the wind and even the thrumming of quieten sound of music.

I open my eyes a slither and see the passing of cars. It was nice. I have never really seen cars driving by. I only had a seven year old brain. That was fogged over by pain and abuse.

-

Hours went by in the car with no stopping. The man sitting next to me driving. One hand on the wheel, the other hand on the gear stick.

The two of us were quiet for the whole duration of the drive. Sitting in silence wasn't awkward or uncomfortable. It was actually very freedom like. I open my window to full capacity and let my hair flow in the wind. It's only taken 12 years for this.

For the feeling of being untwined.

To be normal.

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