The Devil's doll

Chapter 13

Cecilia
I awoke, my head was pounding. My eyelids felt heavy, and my mouth dry as if I hadn’t drunk water in days. I blinked slowly, trying to adjust to my surroundings, but everything was a blur. Was it all a dream? I got up and looked around being in a familiar room. Was I home? Was I to dad's house?

Removed the blankets to get out of bed. Nothing has change here. The drawings I had hanged up years ago were removed and put inside a box next to my old desk. I wish to close my eyes and open them again to tell myself that I was dreaming. It didnt work. I twisted the doors handle, looked around...This place has turned into a dark place. The house was emty. Even the silence was loud.

I looked to my right, down the long corridor that led to my father’s office. The hallway felt endless, like a tunnel with no light at the end. As I made my way toward the heavy wooden door, every step felt heavier, the air thick with memories I wished I could forget. The old floorboards creaked beneath me, a sound that once would’ve made me feel safe in my childhood home but now felt like a warning, a reminder of all the pain this place held.

With every step closer, I lost control of myself. My heart raced, my chest tightening as the echoes of screams and cries filled my mind. I could hear my mother, her voice desperate, pleading for mercy from a man who had none. I heard Mattheo’s voice too, small and scared, just a boy, begging him to stop. And then there was my own voice silent, powerless, trapped in fear.

I still remembered the day it all ended as if it had just happened yesterday. My mother’s broken body cradled in my father’s arms, lifeless and pale, her eyes glassy and vacant.

Finally, I reached the door, my hand trembling as I gripped the handle. My breath hitched in my throat, but I forced myself to push it open. The heavy door swung inward, revealing him.

There he was. My father. Sitting at his desk, facing the window. The light outside was faint, casting a pale glow into the room, the only source of illumination in the suffocating darkness. The office, once filled with books and warmth, felt like a crypt now cold, empty, a reflection of the man who occupied it.

"You finally showed up?" His voice cut through the silence, low and indifferent, as if he’d been expecting me.

I stood there for a moment, frozen. The words stuck in my throat, but I forced them out. "Not by choice... why am I here?"

He chuckled under his breath, a humorless sound that made my skin crawl. "You’re not happy to see your father?" His voice dripped with mockery. This was the best "hello" I’d ever gotten from him.

A bitter laugh bubbled up inside me, but I swallowed it down. The word "father" sounded wrong in his mouth. He didn’t deserve that title. He never had.

"You are not my father!" The words exploded from me, like a dam breaking after years of holding back. It felt good, like I had finally freed myself from the weight of those unsaid words. "You’re just a sick man who thrives on control, who wants to be worshiped while making everyone around him feel like nothing. You made me, Mattheo, and Mom go through hell. I hope she’s resting in peace now, finally free from you."

His eyes flickered, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw something guilt, maybe, or regret. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by that same cold, unfeeling mask he always wore.

"Your mother was nothing but a whore," he spat, his voice rising, venom dripping from every word. "Always wanting everyone’s attention. She needed to be disciplined, to be reminded of her place. She was a married woman with children. She needed to learn how to behave!"

My hands clenched into fists at my sides, shaking with anger. "A woman married to monster! She wanted attention from someone who could save her from you!" My voice cracked, tears welling up in my eyes. "You abused her, you abused us! No one helped her, and that’s why she ended her life in front of me!" My vision blurred with tears, and I turned away, unable to look at his face any longer. "I hate you. I fucking hate you!"

There was a pause, a brief moment where I thought maybe, just maybe, my words had cut through to him. But then he spoke again, his voice as cold and cruel as ever.

"You’re just like her," he sneered. "Pathetic. Weak. A whore."

Those words hit me like a punch to the gut, knocking the breath out of me. I faced him again wanting to shut his mouth...only to see a gun pointed on his head.

The trigger pulled, making a loud shoot making his body to slam on top of his desk. I stared stunned at his body and blood everywhere.

"I heared enough." Someone said in the dark. I hear his footsteps coming closer to me while revealing his face. The moment I see his face I remember being the same person that had watched me from the car, to the graduation ceremony and in the club. Suddenly three people grabed me tying my hands, eyes , mouth and legs.I twisted my wrists, trying to loosen the bonds, but they were too tight. The rope bit into my skin, sending sharp jolts of pain up my arms

It happened so fast I didnt had time to react. I could only mumured and moving my body like a worm. I feel being lift up in someone's arms in a bridal style. My skin started to crawl having goosebumps because I was being held outside the house and then I was inside of a car.

"Oh Im going to take care of you so good doll. Just wait untill we get home. I have waited so long to do this." The man whispered in my ear feeling his lips curled up in a smile.

I tried to move, to get away from him, but my body wouldn’t obey. He crouched down beside me, his fingers brushing against my cheek. I flinched at his touch, the bile rising in my throat.

“Don’t you worry, I’m going to take real good care of you,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “You’re mine now!”

"Be a good girl for me and inhale this."

He covered my nose with a tissue drenched in chloroform, the pungent, sickly-sweet odor immediately assaulting my senses. I tried to pull away, twisting my head, but his grip was too strong. My heart raced as I struggled, panic surging through my veins, but I could already feel my body starting to betray me. It wasnt worth waisting my last energies. Once again my eyes closet to a long sleep.