Chapter 5

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Please note: Dialogue from this chapter has been taken from the original book called TheCellar. 

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The coppery taste of blood filled my mouth as salty tears stung the tiny bruises on my face. My vision was blurry as a small hand wrapped around my forearm, the nails digging into my flesh. I was yanked out of the van by an elderly woman, as she dragged me toward a little house. I started to scream as she pushed me into the house, knocking over a delicate floral vase in the process.

My screams silenced as a man walked into the room and the lady smiled at him. "Deal with this Collin," she said emotionless, shoving me toward the man. Tears gathered up in my eyes and trickled down my face as I looked up at him, begging for him to let me, to help me. He pulled me through the door on the right and into the kitchen. "What's your name? And how old are you?" he demanded, standing above with his legs apart. 

My hands trembled as I wiped the tears from my eyes. "H-Hayley. I'm seventeen," I whispered.

His jaw clenched as he spoke,"Where did she find you?"

I wiped my face again,"On the street."

"What are you doing on the street at seventeen?" he growled.

Sobs escaped my lips and before I could stop them, the words came choking out. "I- I don't want to, he m-makes me."

"What the fuck is she doing in my kitchen," screamed the elderly woman as she walked in. Her were spitting venom in my direction. He stepped in front of me, blocking me from sight. "What was that?" she spat.

I was able to make out as he raised his hands before he spoke. "It was nothing. I just found something out, someone is forcing her into this, she doesn't want to. We can't do this, can we just let her go," he pleaded.

My crying increased as she spit out, "She's still one of them, a dirty bitch! You deal with her." The tone she used made me want to curl into a ball and hide for all eternity. It was the tone of a mad woman and, I felt myself go numb as he turned to face me.

"Please no," I begged. "I won't tell anyone I promise, just let me go. I'll leave town, get away from him and I won't do it again I swear." Sympathy flashed through his eyes, "Please, please."

"Stop begging," said the elderly lady as she slapped me across the face. I cried out in pain and my vision blurred.

"Enough," ordered the man sternly. His mother's expression became livid and, he bowed his head.

"Do it, Collin," she ordered, reaching over to grab a knife from the kitchen drawer and handing it to him. "Do it now." Those words carried such hate, I could not help but shrink back into my seat. "Can't you see what she's doing? She's trying to take you away from me like that whore did with your father," she spat. Collin narrowed his eyes dangerously at me. "She wants to break us up, she wants to ruin us.

"N-no I don't." What was wrong with this woman. Why was she doing this. Was this some karmic debt I had to pay off. What will happen to George. I cannot leave him alone with my step-father.

"She's lying, Collin. Finish it before she ruins us." I watched as Collin's eyes glazed over. His hands trembled and his face turned into that of a monsters. He pushed me back into a the chair and I winced in pain as he drove the knife into my stomach. Memories of my mother and George, of happier days,flooded my mind, blocking out all the pain. I was finally being set free, finally given a chance to step out of this dark world and live in a place where I need not fear the pain men would inflict on me. I was being sent into a world where I would never have a chance at love. As the knife plunged into my heart all I could see was Jason's smiling face, shimmering in the sunlight.

THE END!!

I'm sad now =(... Oh well please check out my other story called "The Girl in The Snow!"

Oh and this story is dedicated to hellenj16 who was my first fan! =)

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