Addicted To A Memory

Chapter 2

Natalie's POV

When I was younger, my mother used to tucked in bed and read a story about Cinderella. Every word she spoke is a music to my ears. Cinderella was my favorite book ever since my mother read it before sleeping time.

When my mother is on the part when the Prince finally  found Cinderella, my eyes always gleam with happiness. The story Cinderella made me believe about Destiny. From the once upon a time to and they lived happily ever after, it made me curious if everything we do are planned.

But now my mother is gone. The woman who made me believe about destiny is gone. My devotion to destiny is long gone. Because, I think my mother's death is not based on destiny. It was in the hand of my cruel, cold hearted step-father.

I opened my eyes and the light from the window made me close my eyes again. It's already morning.

My body felt stiff and I realize that I am lying in my stomach, all tied up in a bed. I can feel so much pain in my back. Memories of last night began flashing through my eyes. Robert smacking my face, kicking me, whipping me, and---

"Well, well, sleeping bitch just woke up" My thoughts were cut off my the terror voice of Robert.

My eyes widen and I began breathing heavily, scared of what is about to happen. Will I still be alive tomorrow? Will he shoot me with his gun, like he did to my mother?

My eyes began to water a bit when I remembered my mother's limp body lying on the cold, hard concrete floor of the dungeon. Her blood pooling around her body is a picture that my mind will never get over with.

I looked at the corner where my mother died. My mom's body isn't there to be found, but the blood-tainted concrete floor is a reminder of last night's cruelty. Her body can't be found, but by looking in that corner reveal  every drop of sadness inside me. I can't believe that the woman that used to tucked me in bed, who used to sing lullabies, who used to calm me when I feel nervous, is gone.

I can't believe that the woman I call 'mom' is gone.

"Are you crying?" Robert's mocking voice cut off my thoughts again.

His eyes are full of happiness. I don't even know how he even do it. Kill someone and laugh. He's so evil.

My blood boiled in anger. My eyes saw red. How dare him!

"FUCK YOU ROBERT, YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A PIECE OF SHIT. YOU ARE A BIG MISTAKE THAT YOUR MOTHER AND FATHER CREATED. AFTER ALL THIS YEARS OF PAIN AND ABUSE, I WILL NEVER EVER BOW DOWN TO YOU EVER AGAIN, YOU STUPID BASTARD!"

I never thought those words will ever came out of my mouth. I was always this goody shoes. Even if someone is so mean to me, I never speak a word. Yes, I murder them mentally, but I never curse to them.

When I was in my first grade, I had this classmate who always bully me. She poured a box of cranberry juice all over me, but I just looked at her like she was crazy. And soon she stopped bullying me since I never gave the satisfaction she wanted.

You might think how can a first grader think so rational. Well, that is what I learned from mom and dad. When mom and dad fought about small things, mom will give dad a cold shoulder and dad will immediately shut up.

I don't know where did I got the courage of standing up to him (not literally, I am still tied up) but I know that those spoken word will cause me a lot of trouble.

I looked straight into his eyes. I can see his rage, and want. Want to kill me. But he quickly composed himself. He doesn't want me to see that he was affected my uttered words. He put on his sadistic smile that used to scare the hell out of me. Key word: used.

He grabbed his shiny, ultra sharp silver knife that he used in cutting me last night. There is no mark of blood, no mark of his last night's cruelty.

He walked in his way toward my body. I involuntarily went stiff when he played the tip of his knife in my neck. He pointed his knife in my neck and I gasped in horror.

"Remember this you little bitch, you are the mistake not me. You killed your mother. If you just told me where are the papers, then she's probably here. Alive and well, but instead you killed her. Tsk. Daddy won't be happy when he heard about this. You killing your own mother? That's cruel. You're a big mistake. YOU KILLED YOUR MOTHER." He spat the last sentence with so much venom lacing in every word. Emphasizing every single syllable of his four-word sentence.
Those words he spat in my face started to sink in my peanut brain. I killed her. I killed her. I killed my mother. I killed my own mother. I should be the one dead, not her. I killed my mother.

I am a murderer.

Words continue to echo in my head. It's making me crazy. I was so busy blaming Robert about my mother's death, that I didn't thought about myself. Robert might be the one who had his fingerprint in the gun that killed my mother, but I will always have my mother's blood in my hands.

"Now, my little bitch, where are the papers?" He calmly demanded.

"But I don't know. Mom and Dad never spoke anything about those papers" I tried to reason out.

"I don't believe you." He untied me and pushed me in the floor. He punched and kicked me, beating the hell out of me.
Punches, kicks and slaps were received by my battered body. I used to think that I don't deseve this, but Robert's words rewired my thinking. I deserve this beating. And I know that this beating will never be enough to go back in time and save my mother.

"What did I told you about liars?!" He rhetorically asked to me, knowing the obvious answer.

He slit my thoat, making me cough out some blood. And I spit the blood in his face, making him so angry.  He punched my in the face but I tried to cover it,  unfortunately I am too weak so I wasn't able to protect myself.

He shoved his knife in my stomach repeatedly. One, two, three, four. Four times until he's satisfied in his work. Blood started to drip, soaking my already ruined clothes. I crawl away from Robert to avoid more of his beating.

My vision starts to become blurry because of blood loss. My bruised eyes doesn't even helped. I might be a graduate of nursing, but I can't treat myself. I tried adding pressure to my wounds but the bleeding doesn't stop.
I can feel my battered body becoming limp because of lack of food and water. My broken rib makes my breathing hard. Everytime I inhale and exhale, pain shoots in my torso. This is worse than my first cramp, broken ankle due to my gymnastic practice.

But you know what they said, Emotional pain hurts more than the Physical.
Robert's words beat the hell out of me, leaving me with unimaginable pain.

"Don't you worry my dear Natalie, just close your eyes and sleep. Who knows? Maybe tomorrow your body will be found inside a box, delivered to the Lanister's door step?" He smirked as darkness started engulfed me like a blanket.

"Don't worry darling. Speak a word to someone and you're dead. I am going to hunt you down." He threathened me before my eyes started to droop close and the intense pain started to fade away.

The last thing on my mind is Chase Lanister before I lost in myself in the darkness.

Helloooo, quite an intense chapter. So what do you think?

And who the hell is Chase Lanister?

Anyway, you know the drill

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