Anguish and Agony |h.s|(editing)

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I took a deep breath before walking towards the creaky staircase. I heard my parents talking and cursing at each other. Great, they were both angry.I swallowed down the fear and anxiety but then asked myself if this was a good idea. I stood there for a few seconds thinking until my brain realized that it was now or never. If I did not try now then I may never get out of this place.

I took another deep breath and exhaled completely before running as fast as I could to get to the door. I ran down the stairs making it clear to everyone that I had actually built up the courage to do so.

I immediately regretted this decision.

"Get over here!" My father spat, getting up and running to the door that I was heading toward.

I reached out for the doorknob but was pulled back by my hair quickly. I struggled in his grip as his left arm snaked its way around my waist. I kicked my legs out trying to buy some time but it was useless.

My father managed to walk back to the couch with me and sit down.  I leaned forward trying to get as far away from him as possible but he just yanked me back so I was touching his chest. I had started crying already but I was not going to give up; I couldn't.

I continued to struggle but this did not help me at all, it just made him more angry. He pushed me onto the ground and before I could get up he kicked me in the side. I let out a cry but stayed on the floor. He kneeled down to my level and grabbed my hair once more.

"Bad move sweetheart, bad move." He laughed.

Before I could register what was happening, his fist crashed into my jaw jolting my head to the right. Then his other fist came down. He went back and forth several times until he got bored. He then picked me up and dragged me to the bathroom. Once we were in the small room he slammed the door shut and locked it. He pulled the bathtub plug and turned the water on, allowing it to fill up.

His breathing was erratic as he stared at me with cold eyes. I let out a choked sob as he came closer to me. I was sitting in the ground when his hand clenched onto my throat. My hand instinctively shot up and latched onto his wrist.

"Let go of me you little bitch."  He growled.

I did as I was told.

He dragged me over to the tub then got behind me after releasing my neck. I was now kneeling I front of the half full bathtub sobbing like a baby. I felt pathetic.

He let out a chuckle then collected my hair in one hand. He pulled me up then plunged my head into the ice cold water. My immediate reaction was to push my head back but he didn't let me move at all. My mind ran wild and I thought I was going to die. I thought he was going to kill me; but he didn't. He released my hair and I pulled my head out of the water gasping for air.

The water was tinted red from the blood on my face and my hair was dripping onto my lap. Moments later my mother walked in and I turned to face her. She held a metal stick in her bony hand with a devious smirk plastered on her face. My father laughed before getting up and walking past my mother. She then barked commands at me.

"Get up!"

I did.

"Get over here now!"

I did.

We were now in the living room. I was petrified. I knew what was coming- and it wasn't pleasant.

"Get on your knees." My father spoke.

I listened and followed directions hoping he would not be as harsh on me.

It was far too late for that though.

As he heated the metal in the fireplace my body trembled in fear. My heart-rate increased and I began to sweat. A few moments later he pulled the red hot stick out of the flame and came closer to me. He circled me a couple times before stopping behind me.

"Get the duck tape." He ordered my mother.

She retrieved it and then my father told her to cover my mouth and she did. He then told her to restrain my arms which she also did. When she was finished he pulled my shirt up and over my head revealing my stomach. He leaned over me and brought the metal above my belly bottom. Then he pressed the stick onto my sensitive skin and watched in amazement. My head snapped back in pain and I let out muffled cries.

He moved to my chest and placed the metal above my breasts. My mother held me still this entire time with an evil smile.

My brain was going a thousand miles a minute as thoughts crossed it.

Where was Michael?

Why isn't he helping me?

What did I do to deserve this?

What is wrong with my parents?

They made me sick. How could you feel alright with doing this?

He placed the metal on my thigh next. It was more tolerable there.

Finally he stopped. He threw the stick in the fireplace then kicked me down. I was still sobbing but not as much as before. I felt somewhat numb.

My father was about to hit me when pounding on the door was heard.

"Police! Open the door!" The officer, I assume, yelled.

My father stopped and stared at the door in pure panic. I envied this man and seeing him so nervous and afraid gave me pleasure. He snapped out of his state and removed the tape from my wrists and mouth.

"Drain the bathtub." He whispered to my mother.

"And you...Get in your room and pretend to be sleeping." He ordered looking back at the front door.

I didn't move. He came closer to me and was preparing to hit me once more when the door was kicked open.

"Let the girl go." The man in navy blue commanded.

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Okay this was eh...but I'm hoping for the next chapter to be very easy to write!

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