Saved by Satan

I.7

Copyright © 2016 by AsiaJenell  

Lady jerked awake, sprawled across the back seat of Milo's car as it rumbled over a rocky road. His death metal music pulsated through the car, sounding out the her mother's, and Milo's conversation. A familiar pain ached through her body as she rested on her elbows to look out the window. She immediately recognize the trailers in Milo's neighborhood. That meant she would be spending her weekend with them. Lady started panicking as she looked to the front seat. Her mother was on her phone and Milo was pulling into his parking space. Lady sat up with her heart panging erratically. She could not be stuck in the same house with her mother and Milo! She was usually able to avoid having to come over. That home was as close to hell as you could get on earth. Lady could feel her body quivering in fear. Lady sat up just as her mother left the car, slamming the door shut. Milo didn't look back at her as he got out and lit his cigarette . Lady timidly left the car and followed them to the door. Milo quickly unlocked the door and stood aside, welcoming Lady through the gates to Hell.

Lady's nostrils flared as must as must filled her nose. He was living in a bland two bedroom trailer that doubled as a junk yard. In the living room was a torn up black leather couch and a box television set from the 90's. The floor was littered with beer cans, take out, plastic wrappers, and used needles. From the entrance, Lady could see the kitchen sink overflowing with dirty dishes. She couldn't help but notice flies feasting on a dead mouse's body in front of the oven. Lady locked her heart and mind away in a safe as she leisurely stepped into her dismal tragedy. She refused to let her soul be exposed to this place. She refused to let it destroy her; she would only remain a shell of herself. A shell protected in steal armor and coated in rubber.

Milo locked the door behind her. Her mother swore as she stepped on a needle, snapping it in half. 'Pick this shit up."

Lady spent the next four hours cleaning while her mother and Milo went back into his bedroom. It was nearing dark once she finished and sat on the faux leather couch. Lady masked her face to look as blank as the TV, but inside she was petrified. There was no way she going to have even a semi decent weekend. Not with Milo and her mom. She squeezed her trembling hands together, willing herself to calm down, and prayed. Only a few minutes later did she hear Milo screaming at her mother. Violent thumping and banging were soon to follow. Her mother screamed, but lady remained still and silent. She did not like that Milo beat her mother, but there was nothing she could do about it. Instead she sat there and entered her mind into a blank space.

Time was lost, so lady was unsure how much time her mother had spent in suffering, and how much time she had to recover when she came out to stand in front of Lady with a stern scowl on her face. She had a fresh bruise on her right cheekbone and upper left arm. Her mother's blonde hair was unruly and clothes twisted in every direction. She was standing over lady, demanding to know where she was last night. Of course lady could't tell her she was with Hannah. Hannah's house was her only safe heaven. She could not tell the seeker of her only hiding place. She would find her ever time. Ready or not.

Without any backup plan, Lady was stuck on what to say. Instead she said nothing, ready for the blow her mother was bound to give her whether she confessed or not. True enough, her mother backhanded her, slashing lady's face with her rings, and causing her to fall over the couch. Lady quickly sat back up, ignoring the burning cuts on her cheeks. "I am your mother. You answer me when I'm talking to you!" She slapped lady on the other cheek this time with the same hand, causing lady to lose her balance again. She hated the tears that unwillingly sprung in her eyes. Lady sat back up again, as if nothing happened and stared ahead at the floor as her mother kept yelling. "Look at me when I'm speaking!" Lady had to force her eyes to meet her mother's. Her mom's hazel eyes where bulging with rage. So much so that Lady was sure they were on the verge of falling out. "Where were you last night?" Straining to meet her mother's harsh gaze, Lady swallowed. She knew her mother would not ask again. Instead, she would just beat her steadily until she grew tired. Lady also knew that if she confessed, the outcome would be the same. Instead, she would keep her hiding place a secret, and just take the consequences.