His Bet

Chapter Forty Two

I was asleep until I heard that familiar banging on the door. Though my eyes were swollen and puffy from the beatings I've got last night I tried to take a look on him. He's drunk again and I know how things will horribly go wrong and twisted when he start to lay his fingers on me. I tried to stay alert but kept my rugged breathe under control, I pretend that I'm asleep hoping that he'll at least give me a break. But of course he's demon and he won't slip one day to spare me. I heard him shuffling through the room and go to the kitchen as if he's searching for some steel utensils. Oh no please don't let him get a knife any more.. I silently prayed shutting my eyes more than necessary. Before I can open my eyes I feel hot liquid was poured on my body. I instantly get up to stay away from that boiling water he has poured on me. "Wake up bitch! You got to be used right now I got nothing to feed your filthy stomach so get your ass off and wash! Gregorio will be here so better please him or I'll cut your throat off!" He shouted as he throw that hot kettle on my face that cause to plant another wound on my head. I still feel hot liquid consume my skin and it started to look raw and awful. At least he didn't ram his knife on my flesh for today. I better get wash before he came back and ripped my throat off, of course he can do that it wasn't just a threat. As I wash my raw and wounded body I feel my skin hurts because of the hot and cold water that embraces my beaten and broken body. I fought back the tears that were taunting to fall praying that my mom can find me anytime soon as I carefully clean my skin. I was about to finish when another gruff voice enter the room. I suddenly feel that familiar cringe that crawls into my spine. He was there with that sickening smile and I know what he's up to. He drag me through the hard bed as he handed the demon $2. Yes, my innocence and purity just costs two dollars. He gripped my wrist hard that I'm sure it will grow tinge of violet after this, the demon was out of sight as he unbuckle his belt and give that filthy look as he roam his dirty hands on me. I screamed and do all my best to escape but he just put a fist on my stomach making me fall on the wooden floor. He grabbed me on my hair and tear my clothes apart. I let out a broken cry.. Because that's what all I can do.. To cry until I felt numb, until he get over his release. He did his horrible and disgusting business on my body while he gripped a cloth to blindfold me. He enters my innocence and purity just for two dollars. Is that much I worth? Pain, grief, hatred, disgust, and anguish.. He banged me like a dirty piece of whore when I was just a kid. A kid that's supposed to be taken care of but to him I was just his instrument for release. I wish I'm dead.. I wish he will end my life after this so I can no longer feel any pain and disgust. His sweat covers his sickening face as he slap me hard, pounding my little and broken body and give me a final blow by pushing the small bottle of beer on my poor entrance that made me scream to the top of my lungs.

Brix

I almost fall out on the chair when I hear an earth shattering scream. I search the room for any threat and turn my attention to Ace which I'm sure the source of it. She's screaming, crying and I saw how she frayed her feet on the bed. She looks messed up. As in really messed up.

This is bad.

"No.. No no no no. Stop this.. Stop this please.." She cried in pain. She looks so troubled and I'm afraid to approach her this is worst than the other night. I don't know exactly what to say to calm her down because she's trembling and her hands are shaking as she tucked herself in the intersecting walls.

"Kitty? Kitty can you hear me?" I started trying to calm myself also. I can't recollect myself and I know this night will be hard as fuck.

She said nothing and kept embracing herself and shoo-ing away something that isn't there. "Go away! You filthy fat disgusting old man!" She cried as she rubbed her arms with her palm like she's scrubbing away on her skin. I don't know if she meant that for me but I don't think so. I'm not leaving her like this.. I feel my pockets to get my small knife but I couldn't find it anywhere and I feel like shit for leaving it along with my wallet upstairs.