Agliophobia

Chapter Five

"Here's to the girls who's father broke their heart before any boy could."-UnKnown

Sawyer

Anger.

Hearing the comments come from Cline made me feel pure anger. I am not a toy. I am not a piece of property you can just claim. No. I am a person. I am a girl learning how to love herself again.

But with Parkers blow up memories flashed. Cline being me, and Parker being my father. I was rushed into Parkers arms after he was pulled away, but I released myself from him and went into my room. Away from the visions in my head.

After a long silence of me calming myself down my phone mysteriously rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello. Is this Miss. Sawyer Jysler?"

"Yes?" I answer. My voice laced with confusion. I silently wait to here the unknown mans voice once more.

"I'm not sure how to say this so I'll just come right out. The body found at the crime scene was not your father. He is still alive Miss."

I couldn't even answer. My phone slipped from my hand, the voice on the other end of the call echoed in my head.

Alive. My father is still alive.

The man who would hurt me in so many ways. Was walking. I did the only thing I knew how to do.

Cry and pray. Pray he wouldn't find me. Pray he can't hurt me again.

Parker

After being yelled at religiously from my father I went upstairs trying to find Sawyer. Knowing she was upset and angry made me anxious to see her.

I climbed the stairs and turned down the hallway leading to our rooms, stopping outside of hers when I here her talking to someone.

"Wait. So you're telling me he's-"

Silence.

Thats when I pushed the door open.

There she sat on the floor of the room, tears streaming down her face.

"He's alive. He's alive."

To say I was confused was an understatement.

"Who's alive mi amor?"

"My father. I have to go to court. I reported him. I have to go to court against my father who is not dead!"

I pulled her to my chest and let her cry on my shoulder, trying my hardest not to punch a wall.

The motherfucker abused Sawyer in many ways than one.

"Sawyer"

She stifled her crys and looked at me.

"I have to ask you this. Did he ever-" I felt sick to my stomach. "-violate you?"

She just cried harder into my chest.

What an ass.

He raped his own daughter.

"When is your court date?"

"Saturday morning. Nine AM. How am I supposed to find a lawyer? I have 5 days!"

I shushed her, telling her my father would take care of it. And I would take care of her.

~*~Saturday~*~

Sawyer

Today was the day. The day I go to court against my father.