ROTBFTD : Broken & Beautiful

11

Elsa pov

A few hours , I had been abruptly awakened to find myself in a dark and unfamiliar room. I found myself chained up in a dark and unfamiliar room. I tried to scream for help, but my voice was damaged, and no sound came out. Just as I was starting to lose hope, the door creaked open, and I saw a figure standing in the doorway.

As my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized with a shock that it was my father. I hadn't seen him in months , I couldn't even bring myself to think about.

'Hello, Elsa,' he said, his voice dripping with malice. 'Long time no see.'

He approached me, his long nails digging into my arm as he pulled me to my feet. I could feel the pain radiating from the cuts he had inflicted, and I started to cry.

'Stop crying, or I'll kill you,' he snarled, slapping me across the face.

Just as I thought things couldn't get any worse, the door opened again, and I was shocked to see Fae, who had been killed in a tragic accident at school. But how could she be here, standing before me, when I had seen her lifeless body with my own eyes?

'Well, your father is her father, after all,' she said with a sad smile. 'It's so sad to see him doing this to his own daughter.'

My father rounded on her, his face contorted with rage. 'That's none of your business,' he spat.

But Fae was undeterred. She pulled out her phone and showed me an article that had been posted online, detailing the horrific abuse I had suffered at the hands of my own father when I was just ten years old.

My father was outraged, pulling out a shimmering object that I realized with a jolt of fear was a knife. But before he could do anything, Fae laughed and pulled a trick of her own.

She revealed that she had already contacted the police and showed him the evidence of his crimes. In a last-ditch effort to save himself, my father lunged at me with the knife. But Fae quickly moved aside, and with a triumphant smile, she declared that it was all over.

My father, realizing that he had been defeated, grew angry and turned the knife on himself, falling to the ground in a pool of his own blood. I watched in horror as he took his last breath, and then I passed out, the trauma of the day finally catching up to me.