She Paints Pain

Chapter 5

        Muscular hands with thick veins popping out wrapped tightly around my upper arms and shook me violently. His deep voice that always made me cry, screamed profanities in my face and then threw me down on the floor. I could barely see his angry figure shaking through my tears as I sobbed uncontrollably.

          “Shut up you f*cking b*tch! It’s your fault my mate died!” He shouted, his words causing my body to tremble with fear. Once again he was mad at me for killing Mom even though I’ve been punished enough for it.

          His fist collided against my cheek, causing me to scream in pain and cry harder. I held my stinging cheek while he continued to yell and throw things in my direction. Part of me wanted Jackson and Beck to know exactly what he does to me, but the selfless part knew that they wouldn’t be able to do anything and just get caught in the middle. And the last thing I wanted was for them to be abused like I am.

          “You should have died! You’re worth nothing, you piece of shit!” His yelling got louder and he sat on my waist, punching me in the face again. I cried and begged for him to stop, knowing I should be quiet or else I’ll be punished.

          He got up and kicked me in the stomach a few times, knocking the air out of me. I heard a soft crack and felt a much stronger pain in my stomach meaning he broke a rib. After some more blows and hits, he stood over me, breathing heavily and staring in disgust. I knew it wasn’t over, the pain would only get worse and I closed my eyes tightly, not wanting to see the beating coming.

          His hand weaved into my hair and yanked it harshly, forcing me to stand on my shaking feet. He lowered his face towards mine and I smelt the alcohol on his breath and saw his golden eyes shining down at me. I hope he doesn’t shift, he could kill me and there’s absolutely no way I could defend myself.

          “Daddy, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please stop.” I pleaded, more tears flowing down my face and blocking my vision.

          “You killed her!” he roared, throwing me backwards. I crashed into the table besides my bed and a strong pain rippled up my back. I screamed in agony and rolled onto my side, sobbing uncontrollably as I laid there lifeless.

          “Daddy, stop, please!” I shouted over his thunderous growl. I received a slap to the face as an answer and bit my lip to stop the sobs from escaping.

          He growled louder and lunged at me, wrapping his fingers around my throat and squeezing tightly. I coughed, and pleaded for him to stop, but eventually there wasn’t enough air in me. I struggled to unwrap his fingers as my vision blurred and my head felt faint.

          Even as I drifted in and out of consciousness, I was well aware of the fact that I was dying. My father’s furious face was the last thing I saw before everything turned black.

          I shot up in my bed and screamed loudly, letting all my fear and sadness out. My body began to shake as I started to cry hysterically, yelling for Jackson at the same time. I gripped my blanket tighter as pictures of my dad popped up in my head, doing many different things to me.

          Why couldn’t these nightmares stop? My dad’s gone, why do I have to be reminded of everything that happened every time I close my eyes?

          A small click snapped my attention to the door and I realized Jackson was coming in to comfort me again. He closed the door lightly behind him and carefully made his way to my bed through the darkness.

          “Rain, don’t cry. Everything’s going to be alright, I promise.” I felt his hands touching my arm, looking for the blanket. I lifted up the blanket for him since he couldn’t see and he hopped in next to me, wrapping me tightly in a hug.