Take me away

Copyright blah blah blah don't copy my story,the usual disclaimer disclaimer.

Soo this is my new story guys please give it a try . I'm kinda inexperienced at writing but my idea is kind of unique so please guys give this a try. I'm also doing to raise awareness about issues like what Haze goes through so enjoy and acknowledge! :D

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Haze stared at the water droplets as they traveled down the window pane. Drip, drop. The sound amplified throughout the whole room. The only thing that indicated to Haze that she was indeed alive.

She stared outside as people seemed to blur by. Frantically running to escape from the treacherous rain. She longed to run outside and feel the water trickling down her curly black hair, to feel the gust of ice cold water hit you smack in the face and to actually feel like you had somewhere to be and a way to escape...

"Hazera!" A slurred voice called from the living room. Haze immediately knew it belonged to her father. She doubted he even deserved that title. A father he was by blood but that was all.

She made her way down the stairs making not even a squeak. As she came into the living room she took a sharp intake of breath and tried to stop the fear, that was now coursing through her whole body, show on her face. She hid her,now trembling, hands behind her back and looked up to her father's bloodshot eyes.

"Y-yes f-father."

She then retreated eye contact as his eyes were so sinister and calculating. It felt like to her if she held eye contact them sharp hazel eyes, which she'd also inherited, would pierce right through her soul. And suck whatever life she had left inside of her.

Her gaze dropped to the demeanour of the building which she called 'home'. Important artefacts lined the walls and expensive paintings which were scattered throughout the hallway. These materialistic things were what her father treasured most she however was just a burden, something that was just ....there. Almost like an inanimate possession that withheld no real significance to Mr Rather.

He finally spoke up" we will be having dinner today with the Collins family. Look presentable." With that he walked towards his room with not so much as a second glance at Haze.

She sighed and slumped on the far too polished sofa,mentally deflated. This was how it was everyday,he barely seemed to acknowledge his daughter unless it was something he wanted.

She trudged up the staircase that always seemed never ending. When she was merely a little child she used to pretend she was an explorer on a voyage and was treading toward unknown riches. Her father used to chase her upstairs pretending to be a big, angry bear that wanted the treasure to himself and they would both collapse into hopeless giggles when he'd finally reach her and twirl her in the air. At that time it seemed like nothing could break them, but that was before the incident ...

However, now these stairs reminded her of a snake. A malicious snake, which would constrict it's prey slowly,very slowly.

When she finally reached her room she searched through the contents of her closet and finally found an outfit that hopefully her father would redeem 'presentable'. It was a floral coloured dress with exquisite bordered with gold sequins that fell just below her knees, she paired it with a grey cardigan and leggings as it was quite a chilly temperature even in the house. The real reason she had to wear the leggings was that her father would have literally blew up if she would have disobeyed one of his 'rules'. She shuddered at the mere thought of his reactions, the names he would have called her. The first time she stupidly dared to talk back to him was surely the last. The memory was forever imprinted into her mind, it was not so much as what he did, it was what he said. He had made her feel like a vile unworthy speck of dirt.

She forced the memories to the back of her mind and tried to figure out who exactly the Collin's were. As she barely had minimum human contact a day which came mostly from the maids or the few words her father spoke to her when he had to she had no idea.Her questions were soon answered when the doorbell rang and her father ushered two people into the living room where she was sat.

The last thing she remembered was the darkness engulfing her......

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Sooooooo who are these mysterious Collins I've made up hey? *wiggles eyebrows suggestively* just kidding.

Anyway how is it and any thoughts on why her fathers like this.