Survival instinct

Chapter 2

A four year old boy was playing with his dad just outside of their house. A really big house if you may wanna know.Sometimes you could mistaken it for a mansion. Anyhow,these weren't the thoughts the boy was having right now. No, he was happy to finally play with his dad,after all his father was a busy man . That's what his mother said every time he complained about his daddy, who never playing with him.

"Dad come on lets play football. Come on dad ,hurry up we have maaaany things to do!" exclaimed the little boy waving his arms around frantically.

"Don't worry munchkin,we have plenty of time. Now where is your ball?Go bring it over here, and lets start"

Obediently, the boy did as his father told him .In the house his mother greeted him,calling him over to give him a plate of fruits she had cut up for him and his father. She was a petite woman,with pale complexion,long black curly hair, bright blue eyes filled with warmth and with an equally warm and bright smile. His father on the other hand was the complete opposite. He was as tall as a mountain , with blonde nearly white hair and black eyes which were complimented by his tan complexion.

Just when he was exiting the house with his mother, helping him because his little hands couldn't carry the ball and the plate containing the fruits together,he was interrupted by his father.

"Stay in!Laura take Ian ,go and call for help"his dad said or more like commanded.

There was something strange in the air, it smelled like something burnt...rotten.Ian didn't like it.

"I am not gonna just stand here while you fight this monster Richard , I am helping you"

"I said just go inside,NOW Lau." . Only then ,did Ian see the monster they were talking about. It was a-

I woke up gasping for air .Just another typical night filled with the same nightmare that has been haunting me. It has been happening for years. I stretched,groaning when I felt pain soaring through my body.Those bastards tried to do it again, but I am not that easy .If they think I am just gonna sit there letting them trample me and treat me like dirt they are fooled. I am not gonna submit even if they call me that name. I am not that.

Getting up from my bed I look around,at least I am not sleeping on the ground. It is a small room. Big enough to fit a single bed , an old wardrobe and a desk. The color on the walls had faded making it look even more like a shack. Heck, I am 99 percent sure it is a shack.Getting in the bathroom , I peel my clothes off and start to shower.Looking down at my body I see purple bruises covering it,there were even some scars which I don't know where they came from. At least my body is was healing fast.

I had tried to run away, it didn't end well. So here I am , a twenty year old being a prisoner at his own grounds.Pathetic.

I was snapped out from my self -loathing by a knock at the door."Hurry up,we brought you breakfast" a voice said.

It was Cole one of the few people that talked to me,defying Him.He was also my best friend,along with Elijah. They had tried to help me,but they couldn't fight with the power he had.

Stepping out of the shower,i dried off and wore a pair of clean jeans along with a white t-shirt. Cole shouted for me again,clearly impatient."Hold your horses I am coming" I said

"Finally, what were you doing in the bathroom so long?" he asked .

"Do you really wanna know?"Elijah asked wiggling his eyebrows and smirking.