Walking Through the Time Capsule

Chapter 55

Walking Through the Time Capsule

Chapter 55

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Annabelle...

"Thanks, slut." Nick smirked, lifting his body off mine, causing me to grimace. "See you later for round two." He put his clothes back on his naked body, leaving my own frame bare.

"I hate you." I mumbled as he left the room, like I had for the past three and a half weeks I tallied being here. "JUST KILL ME ALREADY!" I screamed, drawing blood from my throat. "JUST KILL ME!" I wanted them to do it. I wanted one of them to come slit my throat. Something, anything. I just didn't care anymore.

I groaned as I rolled onto my stomach. I dragged myself off the mattress, crawling over to the bathroom to puke my already empty stomach out.

"Niall, where are you?" I croaked into the flushing toilet. "I can't TAKE THIS ANYMORE!" I screamed again, hoping they'd hear me and get angry enough to kill me. I was going batshit crazy.

I lost track of how many times that sick and twisted son of satan had raped me by now. My body was battered so badly, when I dragged myself back over to the patch of dimming sunlight, I was surprised I could even move. It was always just the determination to get over here that got me moving my limbs. Once I was here, I couldn't move a muscle.

"Lavender's green, dilly dilly, lavender's blue...If you love me, dilly dilly, I will love you..." I hoarsely sang the love song from the new Cinderella, in a cracked and dry voice. I tended to sing this to myself when I was feeling extra hopeless. It was kinda me and Niall's thing. We'd say that to each other all the time. We just though it was really cute.

I stared at the ceiling, just wishing Niall would hear me and find me, like how Kit found Ella by her singing the song out the window. I was no fool though. This wasn't some Disney remake. I wasn't locked in the attic by some jealous step mother, I was trapped in a basement by a psychopath and a rapist.

I internally groaned as the door cracked open. It hadn't even been ten minutes since Nick left. Can't I have a little break?

"Hello, Princess." My father mocked in a sneer. I just kept my mouth shut, not wanting to instigate him. "Did you and your boyfriend have fun?" He mocked.

That made me snap. "He is not my boyfriend, just as much as you are not my father!" I shrieked.

So much for not instigating him, Annabelle.

"What did you just say to me?!" He yelled.

Oh great, I've done it now.

He drew his leg back, kicking me briskly in the ribs, not allowing me any time to cover myself in protection.

"You are such an ungrateful little bitch!" He threw more and more kicks, gripping my hair in his fist and kicking me in the neck, leaving me winded. "I gave you life! I gave you a home!"

"That was no home! And just kill me then if I'm so ungrateful!" I spat at him, using my misery to fuel my confidence.

"Keep speaking to me like that, and I will, whore!"

"DO IT!" I provoked him.

He stared into my eyes with such intensity and disgust. He was actually thinking about it.

He finally smirked, clearing his face of his previous fury. "Now, why would I kill you, when making you suffer is much more effective." He threw my head back, releasing my hair. "Besides, you're too fun to play with."