A Bad Love

8.

Anastasia:

"Anastasia Hunny somebody is here to see you" my geometry teacher said reciting what the principle must have just said. I nod grabbing my books and walking to the front desk. My bag was in my locker because I only have one geometry book and my notebook, so I don't carry to this class. I stop at the front desk and tell the lady my name.

She nods the moves her chair allowing me to see my guest. My heart drops to my feet and my head fells heavy. I see my father sitting in one of the chairs looking at me and smiling.

"Wow daughter haven't seen you in about a week, why is that" he asked getting up and walking over to me grabbing my forearm and walking me out of the school.

"I-I'm s-sorry" I whisper. he puts me in the back seat of his car, and I sit there, my hands shaking (more like my whole body).

"You ran away for a week meaning I need to teach you a lesson huh" I hear him laugh in the front.

"p-please n-no" i whisper but he growls.

"Shut the fuck up kid" 

we make it to the house, and he grabs my arm jerking me roughly inside. we head for the basement, and he opens the door pushing me down. its dark, the light bulb is gone. I try and find my bed but that is gone also. Everything is gone. I try and open the bathroom door, but it is nailed shut. I start to scream and cry hoping to be let out.

*******

Its dark, I am hungry and cold. 

I lay on the floor in a ball shivering, did my papa turn the heat up or something. That was the one day I didn't were aces jumper. I am wearing a sweater shirt he got from his sister's room, but it is not helping. My stomach has tightened so much from me being so hungry. I have been in the basement for what I think is 3 days based off the footsteps I hear above. I try and sit up but my body collapse hitting the stone floors. 

I am too weak to cry, my throat hurts from screaming and it hurts to breath.

"Help, please help" I whisper before I feel my body relax. My eyes won't open anymore.

Did I die?

*Flashback*

"But mummy I don't want to wear that dress" little 10-year-old me says.

"Stasia this is important for you papa please wear the dress" my mum pleads. we are currently in my bedroom with every dress I own all over the floor.

"no" I say crossing my arms.

"Well, I suppose I can't make you, but you know if you don't wear the dress the dress monster will eat all of the dresses you own then because you are so small it may have you for a snack" my mum explained with a serious face.

"WHAT DRESS MONSTER" 10-year-old me starts to panic.

"Oh, you haven't heard of... Dave... the dress monster. weird" she says shaking her head. I grab the dress from her hands quickly putting it on not wanting the monster to eat it nor me.

"Mummy hurry no time to waste" I say, and she laughs zipping the back of my dress. I look in the mirror and see that the dress is actually very pretty. "Oh, it's not that bad"

"You look beautiful baby girl, both of you" my papa says walking into the room. I run and jump into his arms. "Such a beautiful girl"

"I am safe from Dave the dress monster now." I saw hugging my father's muscular frame. he chuckles.