Running With Wolves

Chapter 4

"What are you doing at the store Scarlette?"My father asks me with look of anger and pure hatred in his eyes. 

When I don't answer he snarls, "C'mon, let's go home and maybe then you can tell me."

By now my feet have been planted to the ground out of pure fear and now I can't move. 

My father starts getting frustrated and tries to grab my arm, but judging from the looks we were getting, he decided not to and tries coaxing me in a deathly manner. 

I finally get the strength to move and my father literally drags me out of the store, throws me in the car and quickly drives home. I follow him into the house and as soon as I hear the door close, he throws me over his shoulder and starts walking towards the door leading to the basement. 

When I realize this, I start thrashing around in his arms trying to escape but he just slams my head against a wall and keeps walking.

 He starts walking down the squeaky staircase and throws me on the concrete floor. All while having the craziest look on his face, he chains my hands to the ceiling so that I'm dangling in midair and he quickly ties my legs together as well so I can't kick him. 

"You've gone too far today," he says with a growl. 

Then the screaming starts,

"YOU CAN'T LEAVE!"

"EVERYTHING IS YOUR FAULT AND YOU NEED ACT LIKE A WOMAN AND SUCK IT UP!"

"HOW DARE YOU DISOBEY ME!" 

And in the middle of yelling, he takes his belt off and starts to fold it. I've already guessed what's coming, so I start to thrash around trying to leave again. He raises his belt high over his head and brings it down hard on my spine. I let out a scream and he yells again.

"SHUT UP! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE ABLE TO SPEAK!"

Then he takes out duck tape from out of nowhere and tapes my mouth shut.

Since he was so close to me, I could tell he was sober because I didn't smell any alcohol on his breath. If only he was drunk, at least then I could justify this.

He took the belt again and just kept whipping me over, and over again on my back, stomach, and legs. By now, I was sobbing so much and at that moment I thought I would just die right then and there. 

But then, my father got a crazy look in his eye and he went upstairs and came back with a bucket filled with a translucent liquid, and a small pail. I had no idea what it was but I figured it out quickly when he filled the pail and dumped it on my feet.

 I screamed in agony as I realized it was acid. 

I couldn't believe it, I've always thought he would never do much than hitting me but this was way too far. He filled the pail again and this time poured it on my arms, and it started running down my head and on my face. 

I was crying hysterically and screaming at this point.

I just wanted to die. 

He took the whole bucket this time and poured it all over my stomach and back which hurt even more because I already had bleeding marks there from the belt.

My father seemed content with his work and went back upstairs and I heard him lock the door. 

I couldn't cry. 

I couldn't scream. 

I couldn't move any part of my body. 

I felt like my soul was no longer there, just my dead carcass. 

I slowly but painfully closed my eyes, and waited for my death.