Kill

Chapter 5

"Alexxxxxx," Namoi started sounding sweet, which, she's not, "Why the FUCK are you hereeeee?"

"Um welll..." I took a deep breath in before I started talking really fast, "IhadalittlebreakdownmorelikeabigoneandMrs. PhadtohelpmeandthenJeffwasgoingtobringmehomebutIfreakbecasueofmydadandsohebroughtmehere. Why are you here?"

Namoi, being my best friend forever, knew exactly what I said. Word for words. She gave me a hug and then told me that she was here because she moved out of her step-parents house and moved up here with the dickhead, as she called Jeff, because her and Jeff have know each other for three years.

Jeff had left the room because I guess he was tired of hearing us talk and giggle, but actually came back with a plate of fruits, which is honestly the only thing I eat, literally. There were strawberries, grapes (both purplish-red and green), cantaloupes, and pineapples. Jeff gently put the plate in front of Namoi and I.

He smiled gently at me, "Namoi told me you loved these."

I smiled back and then in the background you heard Namoi fake gagging. I laughed at her and turned to grab my phone. I read the message I had just gotten...

(Text)

Step-monster~ You fuckin bitch! You left school, you pushed your sister, and you're not home. Where the hell are you. We need you to clean and cook. Let's go.

You~ Sorry...

(End of Text)

I shut the lid on my phone and grip it tightly, "I got to go." I say through my clenched jaw as I gather my schoolbag, "Bye..."

I walk up the door breathing heavily, I wasn't ready to go home, I didn't want to go. I knew what awaited me when I would walk through that white paint chipping door. The smell of alcohol would hit me, followed by an actual slap, punch, kick and, or push. And that's exactly what happen. I was not even through the door when the smell hit me, along with being dragged in by my hair. I bit my lip so I wouldn't cry out and give them what they wanted. They threw me in the middle of the living room, I looked up and around the room, noticing that we were not alone. They had friends over. The type of friends who like the same things as my "parents". Pain, pain from me.

It was like it was a game to them. Taking turn and seeing who can make me cry out, even the smallest whimper. It's fun and games for them but pain and scars for me. I hated living like this but I had no one and no wheres to go. I mean I have Jeff now, and Namoi is up, but I can't just live. NO. It's not that easy. They won't stop until they find me, until they're the one that kill me, slowly, painfully everyday I have to live like this. I don't know how much longer I can do this.

The room filled with laughter, everyone around was armed with weapons or "tools", as they called them. I mentally and psychically prepare myself. It was going to be a long night. My step-dad threw me down the basement stairs, hand cuffing me to the cold cement wall and locking the door behind him, while they go eat. I could smell the ham and mash potatoes, making my mouth water. After an hour or two, the door opened and they turned on the one basement light, that barely lit the room. It looked like a basement in a cheesy horror film. Like from The Conjuring or from Cabin In The Woods maybe even American Horror Story. I had given up on the handcuffs five minutes ago. The cuffs had made my wrist bleed.

Heavy footsteps thumped down the stairs. I knew I couldn't escape, I was in for trouble. I've gone through this before, but each time it gets worst. I bite my lip as I take the first slap. First went my step-dads brother, Jim, with his spiked bat. I bit my lip and mentally prepared myself for what was about to happen. Just think, a 16 year old girl chained up to a basement wall being beat by a nail spiked bat, and to make it worst their suppose to be family. Around midnight I was sent up stairs to clean myself. There was 15 people, each one had a turn with me. I limp up the stairs and tumble into my room, I lay on the floor for a few minutes before I feel myself being picked up and brought into my bathroom. I looked up and saw flaming hair, Namoi.

"Why?... Why do you let this happen Alex?" She sighed.

I tried to reply but all that came out was a squeak and some blood. Namoi took a wash cloth and began to gently rub my face gently. Sometimes I wish they would hit me in places where I would die. They only hit my legs and arms with the "tools" and kick my stomach. My eyes start to water, Namoi immediately wrap her arms around me and rocked me back and forth. She held me in a certain way so she wouldn't touch my new wounds. After a few minutes I gained control and got up, shooing Namoi out of the room to jump in the shower.

I let the warm water flow down my back, collecting blood each time. I slid to the ground and cried. I couldn't stop this time ether, I just cried. Namoi had to come into the bathroom and help me out, she wrapped me with a towel and then left so I could dry myself and get dress. She knew about my cutting scars, so I wasn't worried about that. I put on my tank-top and shorts, I was only wearing this because Namoi wanted to clean my fresh cuts and look at my bruises. I tied my hair up in to a ponytail and open the door, as I close the door and start to move to my bed, looking at the ground, I heard...

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU?!" Jeff whisper-yelled.

I started to tear up and then I realized my cuts, from me, I turned to run into the bathroom. As I got near the door Jeff tackled, I hit Jeff in the face and start to scream to let me the fuck go, but Jeff covers my mouth with one hand and put one finger to his lips, to say be quiet. I was quite surprise that Jeff didn't flinch or even budge when I sucker punched him.