Keeping Claire

Chapter Twenty Nine

Chapter Twenty Nine

Claire’s POV-

                In less than five minutes, he had caused me worlds of pain. He had tied my hands together, rubbing my wrists so hard that the scars on them cracked back open and were currently bleeding. They looked worse than they did before. I examined them as he tied my ankles together. As he tightened the rope, I cried out in pain. I instantly regretted my yelp. In less than two seconds, he straightened up and slapped me across the face. “Shut up!” He yelled.

                A lone tear escaped from my eye, causing him to slap me again. He repeatedly told me that I should feel fortunate to still be alive. I felt quite the opposite actually.

                After he was done limiting my mobility to zero per cent, he leaned where he was right in front of my face. His breath reeked and his vindictive smile showed through his teeth. “I just want you to know, your mother, she was a whore. All she wanted me for was my money. She had it coming.”

                I couldn’t stop myself fast enough. I spit in his face. He had no right to say that. We both knew that my Mother was the sweetest person on the face of the planet.

                My reaction didn’t benefit me at all. He grabbed me by my scalp then shoved my head against the headboard of the bed. I screamed. At this point, I literally wanted to die.

Cody’s POV-

                I pulled up to Claire’s Father’s house, taking in its surroundings. He lived in a crappy neighborhood; which was expected. He was simply a crappy person. It was a small house, and didn’t have many windows, which worried me.

                Just as we got out of the car, I heard a scream. It was undoubtedly coming from his house, and sounded like Claire’s scream.

                Noah and I looked at each other for a split second. Then we raced up the porch and tried the door. It didn’t budge. I took a step back and kicked it down, granting us entry into his ratty house. I tried to track where the screaming was coming from. I was hoping that it was just from abuse and not something more violating. I jogged down the hallway with Noah close on my heels. I stopped in front of the last door on the hall, then burst into the room. Blood pulsed through my temples. I was disgusted at what I saw.