Darkness

Chapter 13

~Darkness's POV~
Since my asshole of a father wanted a proper goodbye this year the jackass made me come out of my room two hours later. Ever since we were all put together as a family years ago, mine hasn't ever seen me cry. Ever..until two hours ago when Ivy and Lilith barged into my room to tell me about my fathers request. As I was throwing everything in my room about the whole place the two of them seemed to make their way in and see just what happens when I release my stupid emotions. At first they were surprised at my tears and tried to comfort me soothingly, but I didn't have any of it. I couldn't be seen crying...most importantly I couldn't be seen so weak.
I pushed them out immediately and continued with my episode i guess.
Throwing stuff around, shouting. Lucky my room is far away from everyone's or else my father would of heard me throwing a fit.

We were now all standing at the front entrance while my father and James talk in hushed voices. Minutes ago I came down the stairs with a black pair of Ray Bans sported on my face, covering a but of my bloodshot eyes. I won't even give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry, not over my dead body.

Looking over at me Lilith and Ivy has been staring at me with sad eyes ever since I came out of my room, ignoring everybody I stand there like a statue and wait for the jerk off to leave. God I can't wait to freaking fire up the workout tonight!

"Darkness, ill be back in a month, behave and while I'm gone. Wash your filthy mouth and never speak to me like that again. Understand?" Dad says and walks over to me.

Standing in front of me in what seems to be a intimidating stance only makes me crack a grin. Glaring at me dad just stares at me with pure anger and disgust.

"I'll wash my mouth when you kiss my-"

Slapping a hand over my mouth bones glares at me with pleasing eyes.

No! No I've had enough of this shit with him! He's an asshole and I'm not one to back down. Ever!

"That's it! That's it darkness! I've had enough. Get your ass in the car now! Your coming home" my dad growls deadly.

Feeling my veins bulge I stand there with balled fists and clench my teeth.

Argh! Here we go again, dam it darkness! You just had to open your mouth!

"Now!" Dad shouts grabbing my arm roughly.

Glaring down at the ground I rip my arm out of his hold.

"I can walk" I hiss out.

"Then do it!" Dad yells at me.

Shaking with anger i March out of the house without any spare clothes or shoes. Ignoring my siblings calls I rip open my dads back door to his black Audi and slam it shut.

As time goes by next thing I know I'm punching the chair in front of me and hitting everything around me. Stopping my fist right I front of the glass window I scream as loud as I can out of frustration and sit back in my chair.
Wiping away a few tears of anger I compose my self just as my dad walks into the drivers seat and closes the door. Turning around to me dad looks at me with a hatred so deep it makes me squirm under his stare.

"Your pathetic!" My dad spits out at me.

Shaking with anger I keep my mouth closed and think.

'Of course you fucking asshole! I've learned from the best!'

Looking out the window the jackass turns back and starts the car with an evil grin. What a fucking great birthday gift 'dad'! Taking your precious daughter home for a beating for her birthday! Excellent..

I wonder what it's going to be this time. Whip, pit then beating. Or beating, whip then pit. Hmm so much to choose from. If it was my choice I would like the beating, whip and then pit. I would rather get the beating first so after a while I'm use to it and then I'll be ready for the whip, and then of course the put. How could I forget. We'll that one always comes last in my list because it's the one I fucking hate the most! I would endure three whole days of beatings if I didn't have to go in there for 1 fucking day! I mean I would rather none of them but..since when have I ever had a choice in my fathers ways of 'teaching me a lesson'. The man is a total basterd, I'm telling you! If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be so fucked up...

After an hours drive from the house my dad pulls up in front of the train station where we travel to and from 'home'. I hate taking this way. There's always lost souls walking around urging you to help them. Ever since my 'act' I did a few months ago word must have gone out that I was helping lost souls and from then on I've been a help button for souls. They know not to come near me when my dads around but I also know not to go looking for them, or help them in that matter! I've learnt my lesson..

Stopping the car I jump out without hearing what my dad was about to say and walk towards the portal that allows demons and fallen angels to pass through. I've never understood the whole portal thing and how we get from one dimension to another. Feeling my dads presence behind me I sigh and walk towards the train station.
It feels so weird..I haven't been here in months and it feels just like yesterday I was returning from my monthly 'checkup'...the thing my dad likes to do is once or twice a year he takes it apon himself to drag me all the way to hell and teach me a few lessons, just to keep me intact and keep my soul dark. He says it's only to help me improve, that one day I'll live without feelings or emotions...

I seriously don't know if he's fucking retarted or something but it fucking hurts when I get hit, over and over and over again! No it never gets any less just by time and each hit. In fact it still hurts like a motherfucker! And it's been going on since I was 6 or some shit...I'm now 17!

Following my father as he steps onto the right train I feel it instantly. Just like a wave I'm bombarded with the memories, experiences by lost souls surrounding the trains. Sighing I stuff my hands away from everything and go find a seat. There's never a packed train when we come on here but today it seems as if everybody has come along for an event..weird, there's more than 5 fallen angels and 15 demons aboard.

Ignoring everybody I see everybody around me down down slightly to my dad and roll my eyes. This jackass doesn't even deserve to be a royal! I swear, I can't believe my dickhead of a dad was ever a bloody ANGEL, like wtf..

As my hands are warming up in my pockets I feel my phone and pull it out. Clicking it on I see there's 2 missed calls from Ivy, three from Lilith and 6 from Ava. Hah obviously! Seeming as I can't blunt out ring them right in front of my dad I sneak it back in my pocket, I don't know how long I'll be here but I'm hoping not long because my phones on freaking 55% and I wanna kill time by levelling up to level 235 on candy crush while I'm in hell! Literally!

Awaiting my death sentence I rest my head against the train window and block out the souls feeling their way towards me. Closing my eyes I zone out and repeat the three sentences that have gotten me through these times before...

'I am strong...I am brave...I am fearful'

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