Old scars

Chapter 12

Marias Pov

I glanced over at the watch on my nightstand.

2:55AM

Five minutes. Five minutes until I run away. My window was wide open and a red bandana was messily slung over the windowsill. Everything was going fine, and to be honest I couldn't be more excited about the situation. I was humming one of PTVs songs, checking myself out in my bedroom mirror. Damn, I looked, dare I say like shit. My hair was loosely stuffed under Mikes snapback and I was wearing a black hoodie. I think it was from the pile of clothes that my dads minions had chucked at me when I came home. There was something strange about the scent of the hoodie though. Something oddly familiar lingered in the air. I twisted my neck to peek at the tag on the back of the collar.

M.Fuentes

Of course it was his. He probably left it here years ago, yet it still smelled just like him. I looked back at my reflection. I really looked like a mess. My cheeks were tear stained and I had smudged makeup underneath my eyes. I glanced over at my half open window. My father always told me that it was dangerous to leave your window open, and I knew it was. The rivaling gangs had a habit of kidnapping little kids from their bed and train them to be ruthless killers. I know how they would treat me if they ever got to me, but seeing Mike was just too darn exiting. I was too caught up in my thoughts to notice the window creaking open.  I felt two strong arms wrap around my torso. I turned around and snuggled into the person. They smelled like... Like... I don't know, all I knew is that this person was desperately in need of a shower. This wasn't Mike. I tensed up and my eyes widened in panic, yet the person only seemed to find me amusing. I looked eventually looked up, straight into the eyes of a man that definitely wasn't very fond of me. He raised an empty beer bottle over my head and grinned sickly.

"Night night Maria." Was all I heard before he smashed the bottle over my head and I blacked out in pain.

*le time skip*

My eyes fluttered open, stinging as they did so. I blinked and tried to get the stinging feeling to disappear, my vision clouding as I did so. I soon realized that the thing causing my discomfort, was in fact, blood. The bottle must have cut my head pretty badly, considering it split open when I moved just a little bit. I tried to pull my arms up, but just as I suspected, they were tightly tied to the back of the chair I was on. I would have loved to be able to say that I didn't know where I was, but sadly I couldn't. I knew exactly where I was. I was in some house on the north side of the city, preferably in some house that is strictly guarded, considering my status in this community. I was surprised by the state of the room I was in. It was decorated nicely, with a big double bed in the corner of the room. Unlike the room I had thought I was going to be placed in, this one didn't have blood splatter on the walls, instead it had nice wallpaper, red with gold details on it. Perhaps they were going to keep me here for a while, that's why they put me in a decent environment. Oh fuck, what  if they are trying to get me over to the north side gang! I can't do that, I'd rather die. I was sat on a chair in the middle of the room, facing the large wooden door.

I heard faint footsteps in the hall outside my door, and I found myself praying that someone would come in, just to let me see the company that I had around here. The footsteps stopped and the large door slowly creaked open, revealing a large tattooed man. He looked at me hungrily, licking his lips while his eyes raked my body. He stepped toward me, closing the door behind him. I tried to get away, but I couldn't. I was rarely scared but I'm not going to lie, i was very nervous when he reached up to caress the side of my bruised face. Smirking, he stepped in between my legs and patted my head.

"Pretty little girl we've got here, isn't it?" He spoke, biting his lip. His voice was disgusting and his breath smelled similar to the stench of a clogged toilet.
I twisted my head away from him in an attempt to get away from the horrendously gross smell. The man definitely didn't like this, as he forcefully grabbed my chin and yanked me back so I was only inches from his face.

"Listen to me you little slut! You will do exactly what I tell you to do, if not, you can forget ever living to see another day! Got it?" He snarled. I swiftly nodded, knowing that I should agree for now. If not, I'm never going to see dad or Mike again. Fuck! Mike was supposed to get me from my room. What if he got hurt by the man that took me? What if, oh no. What if he's dead? I felt tears running down my cheeks, and I prayed the man in the room wouldn't notice. But of course, with my luck, or lack thereof, he noticed my tears right away. He laughed a menacing laugh and grabbed a fistful of my black hair.

"Look at the whore, crying because her big sissy of a dad couldn't protect you? Maybe we should give you the same treatment as your whore mother, huh?"
He chuckled. Something inside of me snapped, and I did something that I knew I was going to regret.

"Do not talk about my mother you smelly son of a bitch!" I spat. He looked at me with wide eyes before he quickly regained his composure. He pulled his free hand back and slapped me hard over my right cheek. My head flew backwards and I could taste the blood in my mouth.

"Shut up or I'm going to give you something to scream about!" He barked. I realized the fatality of my mistake and whimpered pathetically.

"In fact, I think I will." He smirked. I felt hands slowly creep up my shirt and I tried to scurry away. I squeezed my eyes shut and imagined I was with Mike in a giant green field. I heard the sound of a zipper being opened, and felt hands go down to mine. I squirmed, trying desperately to get away.  The man picked up a bat and hit me over the head. Black spots appeared in my vision and I felt myself slipping out of consciousness. The last thing I felt was my pants being tugged down and the man chuckling darkly.

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A/N
Hello again. I'm so sorry i haven't updated, I didn't have internet for the entire holiday (Idk how I survived honestly). But I'm back! This chapter was so difficult to write, but I did it😊

Stay creepy my little creatures