The Story Of Stacey Pratt

Chapter6

She let out a cry as he shoved her down on the floor, out of the bed. She didn’t move though. Her body was arching, the bruises and cuts on her skin were terrible. Zeke had really done it this time. He beaten her worse before, but she’d never been more scared in her entier life, and she’d been through enough shit. She was sure her arm was broken. 

He grabbed her arm, pushed her against the wall, her face facing it and she let out a high shrieking scream as he kept pushing her arm against her back, having twisted it. 

She knew she shouldn’t be with him, she knew she hate him. But she loved him, no matter what she did, she couldn’t help by loving him. Carter…gosh…..he was….He made her smile, he made her laugh. But he didn’t love her back. Only Zeke did. Only Zeke loved her. He hurted her, but he loved her. He said so. But why was there a thought back in her head telling her he didn’t? He did! He had to! He had to love her!

”Get up!” he sneered, he was standing by her side and as she didn’t stand up, she felt him kick her ribs. The pain immediatly sent her straight back on the crying track. The bruises on her ribs from the night before was still arching and he knew it, he knew it so god damn well. She got up, her nearly all over blue feet were shaking, and her thin, bruised arms was holding on to the wall as if she would die if she let go.   She was leaning against it, her eyes closed, she was weak, real weak. She felt her feet giving up on her. She was about to fall, but a pair of strong arms catched her. She looked into Zeke’s eyes, as he dragged her down on his lap as he sat down on the edge of his bed. He brushed some hair out of her face, holding her close as she sobbed against the fabric of his shirt. She loved him, she loved her deary Zeke. 

No, you don’t. You don’t love him. You know you don’t. You’re heart belongs to someone else. Even though that special one don’t know. You don’t love Zeke, you stopped when you found out about the truth. 

She looked on him, tears were still streaming down her face, but he wiped them away, carefully and loving. Maybe he was just sick, identity disorder or something. Maybe it wasn’t really him hurting her. He kissed her, and she let out a moan. She let him do whatever he wanted to do. 

Though, her eyes got more and more filled with tears as he got rougher with her. She was in pain, she couldn’t take it anymore. She let out a cry in pain, though, as soon as she did, she wished she hadn’t. 

Beating, beating, crying in pain, hurt hurt hurt, pain, pain, pain, noooooo….nooo!!! Blood mixing with tears. She was shaking, shaking in pain, pain, pain, pain! Screams, over and over again. Each beat, one scream. Each kick, one shriek. His shouting as the bottle hit him…..Coughing at the beating on her tummy. He grabbed her wrist, tight and dragged her up, shouting in her face, kissing her roughly, shouting, kissing, shouting, kissing. She was turning crazy. Her head was spinning. She felt like throwing up. He threw her harshly on the bed, before walking out, locking the door. She kicked in the door, trying to open it, but it wouldn’t open. She kept kicking, kick, kick, kick. She heard him talk to Carmen, his fiancè. The bitch that were supposed to be her best friend. BITCH!

-!-

She shut the door close and looked around, but of course she didn’t see anything. The light in her dorm wasn’t on. That meant that Kimby wasn’t there. She flicked it on, and looked around. But the sight that meet her was more than terrifying. 

“Hello, Anastacia.” Casper Pratt, her father said. Stacey froze where she stood. She was unable to move. Her breathing got faster and she still couldn’t move even though he walked against her. 

“F…f…father….” She stuttered and now finally she made to back away, but he walked over to the door before she got that far and locked it. Second time on one day she was locked up. 

“Father….please leave.” She said, but he gave a mocking laughter. 

“Why on earth should I leave my daughter?” He said, and she gulped. He walked closer to her, a wicked smirk on his face. He scared her, and he knew it. Why was this happening to her? She’d just escaped one danger, just to run straight into the grip of another danger, possible even worse one. 

“Even behind those bruises, you’re such a lovely woman. Well, just your apparence. The rest of you is a shame to the world.” He said, and was too close for her liking. He took her hand, ran his other hand over her cheek and she widened her eyes. No, no, no! This wasn’t happening. No….Not her father….

“You’re sick….” She whispered, too scared to raise her voice, gulping, and he just gave a wicked smile. A wicked scary one that no child should see on their father. 

-!-

Stacey was breathing heavily, she didn’t know where she was. He’d left and she’d gone out, the cold was killing her and her sight was bad because of her tears. She couldn’t deal with it anymore. She just couldn’t. She collapsed to the ground, screaming in the cold air. Just screaming. 

-!-

She looked at the white wall with a empty look. Her hair was covering her face and she’d been sitting in the cornor of the white room in hours, without saying a single thing. Her arm was actually broken, and her other hand was bandaged because of the burn marks they’d found her with. They had no idea it was herself that had done it. Or maybe they did. She found the place familiar. There was a doctor trying to get her to talk but she didn’t answer. Why should she? She didn’t want to talk. Why couldn’t they get that? Why?!? 

She sneered at the doctor, which was trying to take a blood test. She heard him talking about drugs and she was scared they would find out she’d been high earlier. She was trying to push herself closer to the wall, even though she couldn’t. He took her arm, trying to calm her down, but her weak mind took it as a bad thing and sneered to him, kicking him. He walked away…for now. She wrapped her arms around her feet as she rested her chin on her knees, rocking back and forth. 

Her mind was racing, but it was only unlogic thoughts, nothing made sense, not to her or anyone else that would happen to read her mind…not that it was possible. She closed her eyes. When she did, she was in a good place. Then she was with the beach, getting a tan, laughing, smiling. Not drinking, not taking anything. She was drinking water. And she loved it. Everyone was there then, all of them happy as well. Jamie, Loke, Carter, Kimberly, Karina, Jackson, Thomas, Andrew…All the people she cared for was there and there was nothing bad. But as soon as she opened her eyes, she was back in the terrible truth. A truth she dreaded beyond believble. A life where everything was wrong. With no one to love, without anyone to love her. 

Stacey was once again locked up. She was worse than ever though. Nothing made sense in her head and it would need much to make her sane again. Anastacia Pratt was officially insane. Abused by her ex-boyfriend, abused by her father. She’d killed two people. Her brother and Carmen. She meant none of them. She was haunted by her own pain and she was lost in a world where only few could reach her.