Phil's P.O.V
I began thrashing my body around in unpredictable, jagged movements, slightly loosening and stretching out the straps.
"What are you doing?" El screamed, clearly freaked out by my actions but I carried on, not really caring.
"Stop it now!" She continued to screech, this time using her whip to attempt to get it across to me.
When I carried on, acting like her hit was nothing, I could hear her go over to the speaker and speak to someone.
"Take him to his cell." Was all I got from the conversation but I didn't plan on letting anyone take me anywhere.
I have to go and apologize to Dan.
I continued to whip around until the earlier stranger that dragged me to my father appeared and undone my straps.
As soon as he did I pounced forwards, pushed my claws out and clawed right across his face but before I could run I was grabbed by the hair and ears and forced to the ground.
I let out a small whimper as I looked up at the injured man who was now red with rage.
"What the fuck do you think your doing?" He yelled, clearly pissed off, wiping some of the droplets of blood that began to run.
I whimpered, helpless, retreating into myself on the ground.
"Get up!" He screamed and I instantly complied, all of my previous adrenaline now drained from my body.
He slapped me around the back of the head, the pain nothing compared to my previous assault, before walking me to the back of the warehouse, my hands pinned behind my back.
"In!" He roared but before I could follow his command I was roughly pushed and stumbled inside, falling onto the cold, concrete floor.
I hadn't even had time to raise my head before the door was slammed shut, the sound of the metal ringing around the entire empty room.
I waited until he had left and then broke.
Lying, curled up on the ground, I shook and sobbed for what must of been hours until I eventually drifted off to sleep.
~ In the dream~
Everything around me was dark, well not exactly dark but there wasn 't any light to be seen.
Then, all of a sudden, the space around me began to flicker until showing a static like appearance, almost as if it was an old fashioned television.
The crackling static only lasted a few moments before an image finally began to show and the moment I seen it I knew what it was.
"No" I whispered silently, my ears pressing painfully hard to my skull at the mere thought of it.
It was that night.
I watched in a third person view as I slowly walked back from the shop, dragging my tail behind me in exhaustion.
It was early hours of the morning and my father had just woke me up and forced me out to pick him up some more beer.
A small yawn forced it's way out of my throat every so often but my legs kept moving, partly because I wanted to get back to bed and partly because I knew if I wasn't back home soon I'd be killed.
I arrived back at my door a couple of minutes later and seen that an additional car had been added to the outside of our house but didn't really take much notice of it.
I stepped inside, slipped my shoes off and went off to try to find father.
quietly, I crept around, in case he was asleep, not being able to find him anywhere.
I soon gave up and went to put the beer In the fridge before heading upstairs and back to my room.
When I got there I almost jumped back out as I seen two men one my father and the other a stranger sat on my bed, staring directly at me in silence.
It was soon broken by father as he began to introduce me to the man on his left.
"Phil, this is Jason." He said in a calm but eerie tone before Jason held out his hand to me to shake.
I silently accepted the handshake, wondering why this was happening at 3 in the morning.
"Now Phil, he's paid me good money so you do everything he says and don't complain.In fact, don't open that usless little mouth of yours unless he tells you to. Got it?" He said with a warning tone near the end.
I nodded, not really understanding but he didn't have to know that.
"Well I'll leave you to it." My father said before leaving the room and locking the door which started to set off some alarm bells.
Just as soon as the lock had clicked Jason stood up and forcefully pushed me onto the bed.
"What are you doing?" I screamed terrified, completely forgetting the instructions my father had gave me.
A searing pain spread across my face as he slapped me, hard, taking some of the shock from me.
"Shut the fuck up!" He screamed in my face, a little spit flying on my cheek.
"Did I say you could speak?" Jason continued to bellow causing me to retreat into myself and flatten my ears before giving him a mute shake of the head.
"That's better now stay quiet you little slut!" His harsh words and loud volume hurt in more ways than one but this is what I'd now grown used to.
He gripped my button up shirt harshly before tearing it open bringing the shock right back.
I may be used to violence and cruel words but this; It's never happened before.
I rolled away from his grip and pulled my now destroyed shirt shut.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He roared pulling me back sharply, hurting the arm he held with his strong grip.
"Don't fucking move!"
"S-stop. I don't know what your doing so stop." I cried trying to pull away again but failing miserably.
"Stop moving you little shit. Do you really think I give a fuck about your petty problems?" He yelled and tightened his grip most likely bruising my frail arms.
"Stop!" I screeched with my eyes screwed shut and before I knew it everything had stopped and he had blood trickling down his face.
Looking down I noticed that my nails had became triple there original length and were now pointy and razor sharp.
Small blotches of blood were decorating them and instead of feeling scared I momentarily had a sense of pride.
The moment was short lived because as soon as it happened I heard father pounding up the stairs and his heavy breathe outside the door.
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Sorry this is going out a bit later than it should but at least it was on the right day so yay. I hope enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it and I also love reading you guys comments which over the past few days I have done, all the way from chapter one so keep it up, hint hint. Anyway that's about all I have to say so yeah, bye bye.-Chloe
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