My mind becomes point blank. The room falls into a pin-drop silence. The room becomes colder than it was and all the eyes around me clearly heard what the man on the other end said. They look at each other than back to me. I realized I hadn't spoken in a while and the man on the other line was still laughing finding my silence humorous.
"W-what... have you d-done to mom", I manage to say. I scream at myself inside for stuttering, showing my fear. I can't show fear, I have to be brave. Be brave Em, be brave.
"Why do you care? It's me you should be worried about. Aren't you happy I'm alive?" he said, content as if he'd been given a million dollars for being alive.
"I care because she's my mother. You? You would have been better off dead", I shoot back. I thought I loved this man, this cruel man. He's not my father. He never will be.
He laughs a crude laugh and I shiver at the tone of his voice. "Feisty one Frank and Georgie raised, huh? Honey, you think the dead don't come back, don't you? They always do. What has your mother told you?" he asked clearly not affected by my remark.
"What did you do to Frank and Georgie? Leave them out of this! They're innocent!" I yell. I hate this man, I hate him! I despise this scumbag!
"We haven't done any shit to the two old bags if that's what you're wondering, the dogs on the other hand", he laughs yet another cruel laugh. "You'll probably come back to a scene. A maybe bloody one". I hear the smirk in his voice and I flash red in anger. I'm beyond pissed. Poor Patrick and Po. I wipe a tear rolling down my face and think of how I could have given them more love. How I could have taken them for more walks. How I could have just loved them more. I start to cry at the thought.
"Aww don't cry angel, shh...shh. They're in a better place, a place your mother is going to rot in", he then chuckles lower now. "They didn't struggle, don't worry. Frank and Georgie weren't even home that old bastard and his motherfucker. They probably came back to a bigger scene, angel", he whispers then gives out a hollow laugh. I wince in disgust at the nickname he gave me when I was younger.
"I know what you did. What you've done. You're the sick one. You're the sick bastard. You're the fraud. I'm going to make sure you pay for what you did. You are going to be the one that rots, you're going straight to hell and I don't give a shit. You're not the man I used to know. I'll never forgive you", I said, as cold as I could. I didn't care about the tears filling up my eyes, I was angry. Furious. I'm going to make him pay. "You better mark my words. You are never going to be my father", I said, forceful.
"Is that the way to speak to your father you've not seen in so long? Is that the way?" he yells. I wince at the hatred he had in his voice. "You, honey", he laughs and I can hear the beast I've awoken. He lets out this growl and even though he's who knows hell where, I can feel his presence coiling me up ready to snap and break every bone I have in my body. His voice, is the reason I stopped sleeping in the dark, the reason I never watch horror movies at night, the reason I pray, the reason I sleep with the light on; he was a monster I dreaded. This was the only monster I'll ever know. Not the one that hides in my closet, nor underneath my bed, he was the monster with a heart of darkness hiding in my past. He's coming out for the first time revealing his true self and I don't know how to react. I have woken the beast.
"You... you have my spirit. I love it", he screams and whistles. "Bring me the drive when you come. Honey, we can be rational about this as you know, I have your mother. I will do what is required if you don't hand me that drive, okay? Do you understand?" He whispers angrily. I shiver in fear on the spot. Although Devon's hand makes it better all the time, his comfort doesn't help. I was afraid of this man, petrified.
"Why after all this years. Why?" I ask, pushing my hair back. The fear, the sadness, the anger, the hatred, was so much to comprehend.
"That's none of your damn fucking business and it will stay that way unless you get your fucking ass here and give me the fucking drive once and for all!" he shouts and everyone in the room stills even more. His hoarse voice shook everyone to the core.
"...Where the hell are you?" I ask. "I will comply only when I am certain my mother is well, alive and unharmed", I insist.
"You can see her for yourself once you get your ass here and young lady may I remind you, if you call anyone and I mean anyone, I will fucking tear your mother's throat out with my bear hands", he whispered coldly. "We will be waiting for you in the house your boyfriend was taken care of in. Bring anyone else and consider yourself dead".
"I won't".
"Good, and one more thing," he said, and I can feel the smile creep across his face. "Bring it tomorrow at 10 at night, we have business to take care of tonight. Remember when you said I'd pay for it? Angel, I have enough money, thank you very much. It's been a long time, I want to see you. Only you. Oh, and honey, I like how you change naked in your room", he laughs and ends the phone call. I feel nauseous and sick. This man was disgusting. Devon clenches his grip by my side and I can see the anger flushing across his face. The disgusted faces around the room make me want to hurl on the floor and be sucked into a hole. How could a father do something like this?
"I'm going to kill that sick bastard", Devon muttered under his breath, slowly. He pulled me to him and wrapped me in his arms. I didn't realize I'd been crying this much until I realize how swollen my eyes are. I grip Devon's shirt and I can't feel anything but feel sorry for myself. This was worse than a nightmare, this was hell. As my tears wet Devon's shirt, I hear Deb talking about us staying the night till tomorrow. My mind was too blank to comprehend anything at the moment. I nodded as Devon brought me to the room Deb had let us crashed in.
"Brady, look I understand how you don't want to talk about anything right now but, may I just say, whatever happens tomorrow, we're in this together", Will said, as he stands by the door frame. He looks at me with the same sorry I dread. I close my eyes to try to wipe out all the faces I was given when I was younger.
"Thank you, Will. Thank you. I just need some time alone," I said, and made my way to the toilet. I sat down on the closed toilet bowl and cry my heart out. All the exchanged chit chat behind the door about how they should talk to me or how Devon should try to console me didn't give me anything but more guilt. I was risking more lives, the people I loved, the people that have been by my side all this while. I cried, I screamed at myself. I pinched myself to try to wake up from whatever this was but it all went in vain as all the red marks on my hand started to form. I was losing it. I was going crazy. All the kids and teachers that used to look at me with the same sorry look Will gave me were right. I was crazy.
I get up after what seemed like an hour. The knocks on the door are ignored as I wipe the waterfall of tears I'd been keeping in me all those years. I get up to look at myself and I looked like shit. I looked as if a hailstorm had come, taken me with it and dropped me off somewhere without anything.
I washed my face, pulled my hair up into a ponytail, pulled down my wrinkled shirt with Devon's blood on it and looked at the girl in front of me. She used to be contemplated with the life she was given. She used to be elated. She used to think the world wasn't all that bad. She stared back and thought about how wrong she was. This was an endless whirlpool of disaster.
I sucked in a deep breath and looked at the girl standing in front of her. Whatever the battle wants, he shall not get, for be wary, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. I was scorned, I was bruised, I was angry. She demanded war. I demanded war. For the war is not won until the enemy is taken down, and by down, I mean down, deep, where no light of day will ever be kind to you.
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OMG GUYS... HER DAD IS CRUEL IM SORRY I MADE HIM THAT WAY. THERE ARE PEOPLE AS SINISTER AS HE IS OKAY? IM NOT THAT DISGUSTING. WHATS GOING TO HAPPEN TO BRADY? WHATS GONNA HAPPEN?
I HAVE NO IDEA :P
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Teen FictionShe was told her past was what it was. She had left it behind, hidden from her present, away from everything and everyone else. But secrets aren't buried forever. No, secrets always come back, just like the dead. - In a life and death situation, B...
