Shattered Pieces

Flash

The tires being scraped with gravel along the bumpy road woke me up. I was still in my dad's car..

I look at the clock. 11:37 . I should be home by now..

Where are we?

Very rarely does a streetlight even come along. I count the distance between each and make sure to memorize the direction of every turn we make..

We finally pull up to an old, caving home in the woods. It's now 12:06. The steps in front are uneven and the shutters are barely hanging on to their hinges.

"Come on, sweety." he says unbuckling my seat belt. "Home, sweet, home." and a grin leads his face out of the car and up to the porch. All I can hear is the chime of his keys as they make their way from his pocket and into the lock. "Aren't you coming?" my father calls to me and I make my feet connect with the unpaved driveway.

I hesitantly bring myself into his abode. It smells of stale liquor and pot.. The air is dusty, crumbs litter the floor and bed sheets act as curtains.. Just as I turn to go back out to the car he steps in front of me and locks the door behind himself...

"Where do you think you're going? You're not gonna just walk out on your old man, are you?" His large frame towers over me and I look up at him with fear in my eyes.

"I said I wanted to go home. B-bring me home." I stutter while trying to hide how much I'm shaking. Why is he doing this? Why can't I just leave?

"Take a look around, darling. This is your new home."

Nononono I just wanna die. Don't keep me here. I just want to leave. This was a mistake. Why'd I trust him?

"Do you like it? I have been waiting for you girls to visit for years. But especially you.. You're my favorite, honey." He says as his hand slides down my jaw line then caresses my cheek.

"W-why are you doing this? I just want to go home." my knees begin to shake. I take a few steps back and find myself against a wall.

"You are home, baby." He steps closer to me.. Run around him and get to the door. GO!

I dash around him and dodge his embrace. My fingers reach the freezing doorknob but I am yanked at the back of my head by my hair. His fingers entangled into every sleepless night. With a fist full of hair he yanks me to the floor.

"Why would you leave me? That's not very polite." he brings me to my feet and I can barely hold myself up. I am so light headed..

I try one last time to escape but he's too quick. He grabs an empty whiskey bottle and smashes it onto my head.

Everything went by in a flash.

CRASH

Black.

Nothing.