Hindsight

Nervy

"Sweetheart! Oh sweetheart! I'm home!" A familiar cold, sadistic voice called out to her. Heavy footsteps ascending the staircase to the second floor of Voight's house. Throwing her covers, she sprung upright, adjusting her eyes to the darkness.
'No! This can't be real! He can't...'

"Voight." she cried but fear gripped her, tearing out her vocal chords. She was completely overcome with dread that she began backing herself into a corner as she heard the proximity of his footsteps. Her heart pounded frantically against her chest, she felt like she was having a heart attack.

"Hank! Where are you?"

The house was in pin-drop silence, other than the footsteps, nothing else can be heard.
What if Voight is dead?
'No...God no...' she stayed glued to the wall as if it could offer her some sort of protection.

The doorknob began to turn and once again she was faced with the devil. A painful knot formed in the pit of her stomach, churning as her eyes filled with tears yet again.

"I missed you, sweetheart." he said in the calmest of voices.

A sob tore through her with absolute terror dominating her every emotion and she felt her body go numb. She was in total oblivion as her bladder released and warm liquid ran down her shaky legs.

Carlos walked in, closing the door as he stepped foot into her bedroom. Her eyes stayed on him and the door behind, calculating her chances of running out.

"Say that you missed me, love."

In a split decision, she made a dash for the door. Her hands had barely gripped the doorknob before he snaked his arm around her wrist and lifted her off her feet.

"Going somewhere?" he asked as he threw her down onto the bed. She quickly scrambled to her feet and tried to run but a hard fist sent her flying back onto the mattress. Pinning her with his body on top, his mouth nibbled and licked the skin he missed so dearly.

"No...Please don't...VOIGHT!!" she screamed hysterically, struggling beneath him. Nauseated at the feel of him on her flesh. He pinned her arms above her head, holding her wrists with one large hand while his the other roamed inside her pants.

"HANK!!"

Her mind was raising; where is he when you need him? He had promised to keep her safe. That was why she had agreed to live with him for a while.
Knowing that he wouldn't be coming any time soon, she was alone once again. She can't let this happen. Not when she was finally free.

Suddenly remembering the gun she had kept for protection, already locked and loaded, ready to fire. With her free hand, she reached under the pillow, frantically feeling for the cold metal. Once her hand gripped the gun, she didn't spare a second before pulling the trigger. Shooting him right between the eyes. The loud bang ricocheted through the walls of her bedroom. Blood poured down the bullet hole, she stared wide eyed as a smirk spread across his face.

"What?" she breathed out in utter disbelief.
"Why you gotta be so stupid?" he yelled, fury in his eyes as he used his fists to viciously pummel her still bruised face, creating fresher and newer ones.

Before she could even beg for mercy, with both hands around her neck, he lifted her off the bed and into the air all the while squeezing the life out of her. She scratched and clawed at his arms but it was no match for his strength and before she knew it, he literally threw her across the room. Resulting in her hitting her temple on the edge of her dresser. Pain exploded in her head as she tried to get up.

Just as she began praying to the Almighty above, Voight popped out of nowhere. He finally decided to show up.
The second she saw Voight, immediately she pleaded for him to leave. Not wanting her father to get hurt.
"Voight! Run! He's here!"
"Kiddo, what's wrong?" his voice was calm. A little too calm. Like he wasn't even aware of all the blood running down her face.