LONE WOLF (On Hold)

Chapter 3 - Blondie.

Chapter 3 – Blondie.

Beck's POV

It's dark. It's dark and I'm scared. Mum's scared too; I can see the fear in her eyes even though she doesn't say it out loud. She's not scared for herself, though, she's scared for me. I'm scared for me, too. I've done something wrong, something he's not going to like, and it's only a matter of minutes before he comes storming in here to tell me just how unhappy he is with me.

Cowering, I press myself as far back against the wall as I can, my eyes glued to the door on the opposite side of the wooden shack. I will myself to disappear, to just dissolve into the wall where he'll never be able to find me, where I'll be able to stay safe forever. It doesn't work, it never does.

The door opens with a loud bang, slamming back into the wall, and the silhouette of my father's looming figure appears in the doorway.

"Kailen, please," my mum says, trying to calm him down before he's gotten too close to me, her voice as shaky as my hands seem to be. I can't get them to stay still as I look into the blazing eyes of my father.

He's mad; he's really mad.

"You," he snarls at me, his voice full of so much venom as he takes a step towards me.

I flinch, I can't help it.

"Father, I'm sorry," I say, my voice coming out as a whimper despite the strength I try and put into my words. A tear falls from my eye which, of course, only serves to make him angrier.

"Get here!" he all but roars, stalking towards me and causing me to try to press even further back into the wall.

"Kailen, no!" my mum screams at him as he reaches out to grab onto my hair, not caring if he rips any of it out as he drags me towards him. "Kailen, stop it!"

My scalp feels on fire as he refuses to let me go, but I bite down on my tongue to stop myself from making a sound. Showing my pain will just make him cause me more, I've learnt that by now.

"Kailen, please, he's just a boy!" she cries, trying her hardest to break his hold on me and pull him away. It doesn't work. He's much stronger than her and simply shakes her off as if she weighed no more than a feather.

"Father, please," I cry in one last attempt to prevent the inevitable from happening, no longer able to stop the pain from showing.

As usual, he doesn't listen, and I don't even get the chance to blink before a blinding pain is shooting thought the side of my face. His fist is rock solid and I brace myself as he brings it down a second time to smash into me.

My mum's screaming, I can hear her but I can't make out what she's saying through the ringing in my ears.

'It's okay, mum,' I want to tell her, trying to force my lips to form the words. 'It's all going to be okay.'

My voice is uncooperative, though, refusing to let a single syllable sound as my father shoves me to the floor and kicks me once in the stomach.

Winded and wounded, I look past my father's leg and at the open door on the other side of the shack. It's the only exit there is and my father is currently standing between us, kicking at my knees as I continue to lie on the floor struggling for breath.

I can't get out. There's no escape. I can't escape-

I wake with a start, sitting up and gasping as I take in my surroundings. It's light outside now, possibly coming up to midday, and I focus on the sound of the bird chirping in a nearby tree to try and stop the shaking in my hands.