Heartbreakers: The Cursed Child- Book 1

Chapter 25

I hear something, a quiet whimper, making my eyes flutter open as I look around. My hearing is the best, it's what I've survived with my whole life, I can hear the smallest movements, sounds and vibrations.

The whimper was coming from me, I was freezing cold but thankfully I'd managed to rest my mind for a little while. I look up at the tiny rectangle window that's too high for me to climb, I see utter darkness, pitch black and I sit up. It's winter so they day will start off dark.

I can't bear to go out and face the awaiting humiliation. As I'm thinking, I hear a loud bang on the door, making me shiver in fear. The colour on my face has been completely drained, I'm pale, I've lost all my colour. The banging resumes and I finally hear a voice.

"Get out and sit in the corridor. Now!" I slowly open the lock and I feel her grip on my arm as she drags me out and throws me to the ground.

"If you're gonna be like that then stay in the corridor, people need to use the toilet." And with that she hits my head roughly, sending a bolting pain rushing into me and making me whimper quietly like a stray dog being refused any food.

She glared at me before going into the bathroom and immediately I run up the stairs and hide in the corner as if I could sink into the walls and not be seen. I think of hiding in the attic but it's no use, they'll see me then torture me.

Before everyone wakes up, I run into my bed and hide, I hear the others muttering.

"She probably came in when we were all asleep."

When I "wake up", I sit up and remain in bed all day, thankfully no one bothers with me.

A few months later, the same thing happens but with my siblings.

I lay in the dark bathroom with the window open, too high for me to reach as I feel my skin turn more paler than it already is.
I have already tried killing myself by drinking disinfectant but for some reason it didn't work, impossibly I had survived. Instead, I had traced long lines across my arms, taking all the anger out on myself. I manage to sleep for an hour or so before I wake up and stay awake for the rest of the night, shivering and praying that day will be come soon.

A year later, I'm now twelve and I'm at the age where lots of girls, nowadays, fall in love and begin to find love. Obviously for me, everything is much different, I get bullied and I don't have feelings for people, that's what I had thought.

I see a guy on the screen of my sister's phone and he looks sweet, like an innocent child, but I hear he's four years older than me. I'm twelve so that makes him... sixteen! He looks younger than me, his beautiful eyes are round and huge with a baby-like glint. His skin is so beautifully soft like that of a newborn. His lips are unnaturally soft and pink, small, thin yet perfect. His height though is what surprises me, so tall! Definitely contrasts with his face.
His cheeks are fat and round and his smile is just dazzling. His body is slim and covered in loose clothes, much slimmer than usual guys. He's not the sort who like muscles. His hair is slightly long and stops just above his shoulders, natural and slightly light.

He's, in every possible way, perfect. An angel, so pure and innocent. I have a weird feeling in my stomach, making me feel lightheaded as my heart pounds aggressively, pleading to be released. They catch me staring and suddenly the mood changes, they get angry and I'm, once again, beaten up. I run to my room and cry, I don't know what to do.

Kill myself? No, it's not worth it, dying in their hands. Plan to run away? Sure, why not.

After a few days, I see the door wide open, waiting for me to make my move. I don't have any special belongings so it doesn't matter whether I go empty handed or not. I quietly creep out of the door and keep my distance from the windows and door. Before anyone can even stop me, I'm running away, so fast. I've never ran this fast in my life. Ever. And I'm still doing it.

Running out of the neighbourhood then down the footpath, my long dress doesn't stop me from advancing in speed. It's stuck on my body as I run and turn the corner. But before I can go any further, a hand stretches out and grabs my arm, pinning me onto a solid brick wall. I wince in pain as my head makes contact with the bricks. My wrists are pinned also against the wall.

Looking up, I see my brother who's older than me in five years.
"Where'd ya think ya goin' ?" He tightens his hand around my throat, suffocating the breath that remained in me. I forgot he worked down there in the garage.

His hand makes contact with my cheek making me scream in pain but gag as he shoves a cloth in my mouth.
"Ya' alright down there?" His friend shouts without coming towards us.
"Yep!" He shouted back, popping the 'p' at the end.
"Bro, can you come down here for a sec?" He yelled at the guy before turning to me and whispering.

"You try running away, I'll get dad to fuckin' kill ya! Understood?" He glared poison coated daggers at me, making my eyes well with tears as I nodded my head in response.
He let go and I quickly swiped the stray tears from my face before looking up to see his dirty friend eye fucking me as he made his way towards us. He jogged to him before asking if anything was wrong.

"Just little witch that got out the house. Can you drop her off? Back home if that's fine with you?"
"Of course. I'll take her. Don't worry." He replied within a second, his eyes lighting up immediately as he made his way towards me and grabbed my wrist whilst dragging me away.

I turned to see my so-called brother smiling wickedly at me.
As soon as we turned the corner, I bumped into a slightly soft chest and almost instantly I felt myself being yanked backwards by my hair, making me whine loudly in pain.

When I looked up, my eyes widened in surprise and shock. There was no way I was looking at that guy, if I could even call him that. The one I'd seen on her... it couldn't be possible... couldn't it?

We locked eyes and for a while we stood there, none of us daring to break the contact. Those mesmerising eyes looked deeply into mine and I felt a strange sensation stirring inside myself. One I didn't understand nor could I explain.