Safe With Me |18+

The Last Visit.

Warning! This chapter contains violence.

There was a knock on the door and I jerked up. I got up to open the door since Caleb was still in the shower.

Dad stood at the door, holding a bunch of flowers.

"Cora?"

"Finally. I've been waiting." "You have?" I nodded.

"Honey, please come home. Let's just talk." "Okay." "Okay? That's easy?" "Yeah." I gave off no emotion. He stared at me for a while trying to find something in my face but nothing.

"Come." He said.

We walked back home and I turned around once more, looking at Caleb's house. "I'll be back." I uttered in my head.

I walked into my house and he handed me the flowers. I took them and I placed them on the dining table.

"How'd you get out?" "I had a couple of connections. I needed to see you again." I chuckled. "So you can use me?" "Cora, I'm not using you-"

"Save it, dad. We know how this goes."

"Cora, I'm sorry." I stared at him and I shook my head. "I don't accept it."

He balled up his fists and I knew all the while he tried to stay calm. "I'm apologising! Least you can do is accept it."

"I don't think it'll matter. You'll keep doing it again."

"You're damn right."

He grabbed my hand and I wasn't hesitant at all. He pushed me out of the house and into the car. He got in and he started the car.

"When I'm done with you, that little kid is next." He said.

"Touch her and you die."

"She's no match for you or me. She's just a kid."

"You have no idea how capable we are, daddy." "Shut the fuck up."

He drove towards the suburbs and headed into a tall building. It was a warehouse after all. He got down and opened my side.

"Get out."

He grabbed my hand and dragged me inside. "Fucking hurry up you brat!"

I looked around the warehouse and it was utterly empty with crates surrounding us. As we went deeper into the centre, an audience stood above a cage and as I peered down, I could see the ring below were two little kids fighting each other.

He dragged me to the other side of the ring.

"You know what I'm here for!" Dad yelled.

"Mr. Smith! Finally! We've been waiting." The score keeper said. "Complications, Sergio!"

I looked down at the ring again and it was two little boys, one of them seemed a little older but I knew they both couldn't have been above 15.

The older one knocked the other easily and he fell to the floor, with the pool of blood seeping out.

How didn't anyone know about this? This was fucked up.

Dad grabbed my hand and took me down the steps. He grabbed my hair and made me turn to him. "Don't fuck this up or I'll make it worse for her." He said.

I clenched my jaw knowing I had to fucking win.

He pushed me inside the ring and I stood in the centre staring around as everyone chanted my name. It's like they knew who I was? After all this time, they've become regulars.

They'd seen me fight years ago probably and took a liking to me. Disgusting assholes.

"Our long time champion, Cora Smith!!!"