" NO FATHER PLEASE NO" I said frightened and alone.
" EEva, you arebmy only daughter and you are not marrying him" he said pointing at Kit who was sat chained to a chair in the middle of the hall. I felt my stomach turn when I saw him there but not in the usual way, like butterflies, but sickness, he looked drained.
" please father no you can't not him if you feel that strongly throw me in prison torture me not Kit please. father I'm begging you. please." the last word came out a plea, a moan, a croaking whisper, hardly audible.
" No I will torture him but only fisicly you will suffer, but only by watching his suffering." he let out a slow laugh. As three men came in and marched towards Kit. They started punching and kicking him I saw blood trickle from his nose and lips, I saw new bruises forming on his face.
I was screaming, huge blood kurdeling wails of pain as I watched. I sank to the floor as I ran my fingers through my hair shakily and jerkily. " No no please father stop please." I shrieked. I looked into his eyes and he smiled, an evil, crooked smile. " no" he said coldly icily. At that point I hated him more than ever. I was screaming again still on the floor." KIT KIT KIT"
That's when I woke up. Still screaming Kits name, as loud as I could and I only realised that I had when i felt his strong, warm arms wrap around me. Rocking me back and forth, telling me that everything would be alright. That my father was not back and even if he was Kit could easily kick his ass. if only he weren't a coward( My father not Kit obviously)
" I'm sorry Kit it's j..j ..just he was hurting you an..an..and he f..f..forced me to watch. I asked him to s..s..stop but he wouldn't. " I stuttered. Still remembering that horrible dream. No a nightmare.
" Everything will be fine you know that, you have me and I love you, and I will until the day I die and after as well. " he said as he tried to calm me down.
" I know I love you too." I blubbered into his shoulder. And I do I always have and I always will, thats one thing in my messed up life, that will never change, ever.
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Me and the Village boy
Teen FictionEba is a princess but her life is far from a fairy tale, an over bearing father and a mother who won't dare to challenge him. And to add to that she's in love with her best friend.
