I stumble home in the dark, regretting having ever left. Every step takes an effort as I bite my lip in pain.
The kick to my stomach has left a bruise and my head throbs in pain like drums beating in my head.
As I near my apartment building my stomach leaps in a fearful realization: they lock the doors at twelve. Despite how I feel physically, I run to the door in panic.
The knob won't turn. I lean against the door and sink to the cold concrete in defeat. Tears fill my eyes and spill over onto my cheeks. I sniff and wipe my eyes, wishing I could just disappear.
I curse and cover my face with my cold hands. This isn't over yet. Only reason they permitted me to go home is because they now know where I live. A death threat is enough to keep me silent about all that's happened.
Before I was untied and released I was made to swear on my mothers life that I'd be loyal and do all they asked of me. God why me!
I hug my knees to my bare chest shivering. The temperature has dropped since I'd left. If there weren't bars on the windows I'd climb in, but even that is a risk of waking my father and risking a beating on top of the one I've already gotten this evening.
My breath can be seen as a cloud as I exhale. I lower my head. Why me. What have I done to deserve all this! Once again I feel the hot tears overflowing my eyes.
I look down at my shirtless body that vibrates from the cold that fills my being. "You're an idiot Matty", I tell myself through chattering teeth.
If I hadn't been so stupid I wouldn't be in the position I find myself in now. Running is not an option. I put my mother's life in danger if I leave.
My eyelids grow heavy and I can't resist closing them. The tears that were hot on my cheeks grow cold as I drift into sleep.
The touch of metal against my skin awakens me. I look up behind me confused at the open door. Where am I? My fathers shadow envelopes me as does the fear that comes with it.
I scramble to my feet in alarm as he grabs me by the hair. I try to pull away but it only causes me more pain. He pulls me into the house and I know what is to follow.
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Accepted To Kill
Mystery / ThrillerAutomatically I'm frozen. He's back, he's gonna kill me! A hand touches my bare, bruised back and I choke back a sob. "Don't...don't hurt me..." I whisper, my voice full of pain. The sound of crying causes me to look up. "Mom..?" ...
