The Price You Pay

The Price You Pay (2)

 ©2012 Price You Pay 

Chapter 2

                Patrisha found herself following a little girl who was trying to sneak down a hallway, which the girl miserably failed at.

The young girl looked six or seven, and acted the age, as she tried to walk on her tip toes with a small smile. As if the act would dull the noise of the protesting wooden floors, or small thump that each of her steps made.

It would have actually been humorous watching the little one, noisily sneak down the hallway, if she didn’t look so much like a younger version of herself. The messy yet natural curly brown hair cascading down her back and the way that she carried herself were so similar to Patrisha’s seven year old self.

And if that wasn’t enough, the dead giveaway, was the dress. The lilac dress Patrisha had once so greatly adored, but had to be disposed of after that horrific night, for reasons that shouldn’t be known.

Patrisha then looked quickly at her surroundings, and where she was made her stomach flip in fear. The area she was at now, this hallway, was forbidden to even think about walking into.

A wave of realization hit Patrisha hard, and she began to panic at the thought of what was about to happen. She’d seen this dream too often not to know the next couple of scenes in excruciating detail. The images quickly flashed through her mind.

All she could think about was the chaos that was in the next room. She couldn't even fathom facing the blood, the pain, or...seeing his body once again. Yet her body continued moving towards the door as if it were possesed.

Patrisha’s panic began to bubble in her chest. She had to wake up, she had to get out of here. But yet her feet kept moving, dragging across the cool marvel floor. She could feel tears leaking down her face as she unwillingly followed her past self towards the grand wooden doors.

And she watched carefully as the girl place her hand on the door pushing it open. Then the screaming began and with one look at the gruesome sight Patrisha became cold.

It was her mind’s automatic defense, to block out all emotions that could weaken her.  Or at least that is what her mind set became after this distant night.

The once grand master bedroom was in chaos. The bed was stripped and spotted with what looked like gapping knife holes, matted with blood. Chests and wardrobes were missing hinges and doors. The hand carved wooden chairs were in shambles, and the table was no better.   

There were chunks and pieces of it strewn across the floor. And the floor was slick with a trail of blood coating its shiny surface. Patrisha’s eyes chased the trail, trying to find the source. Even though she knew what the source was, her body would not listen to her commands to look away.

Her eyes raked over his body, as she began to make her way towards him. Her head began to swirl because of the raging thoughts coursing through her brain.

Most of her wanted to run, but that overly determined part of her mind wouldn’t let her. And as sad as it seemed that part of her mind had control of her limbs, and it wanted her to get closer to him. 

Patrisha soon found herself less than a foot away from the body. And then her breath caught in her throat as she took in the state it was in. It was fair to feel pain, after all he was her father.

Patrisha fell to her knees, ignoring the cool liquid slowly soaking into her night gown, and she gently placed her hands on the corpse. She slowly ran her hands over his head, as if he was still a living and breathing being. This, clearly, was as far from the truth as possible. Taking note to the large gashes, and colorful bruises that stretched across his body. She could not even fathom how anyone could survive, what looked like such a brutal attack.

Realizing that she had control of her limbs, Patrisha pulled her hand back carefully from his cold skin. But in that exact moment a hand attached its self to her retreating limb.

Panic rushed through out Patrisha, as she slowly looked back down at the body as its hand tightened on her wrist. Staring back at her like two pieces of coal, were his eyes. They looked harsh and unforgiving, as they stared deep into her eyes piercing her soul.

“Don’t. Trust. Him.” He said putting a forced breath between each word.

And then everything went black.

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