three days

six

i look at myself in the mirror, the bruises on my face still visible. there's gotta be something that can cover this up.. scavenging into my room, i search for some concealer; anything really. wait, my vanity! wow, how intelligent of you to search everywhere, but there.

opening my vanity's drawers, there laid stacks and stacks of different foundations. concealers, highlighters, bronzers, eyeshadow palettes, eyeliner, and more. holy shit! everything was unopened and clean, shaking away my sudden love for makeup. they're all in my shade.

i find a small tube of concealer, a concealer brush from another drawer, and some setting powder. standing up from crouching, i sit in front of my vanity. the hollywood lights illuminating my jacked face, you look horrible. i got to work on covering the imperfections, my under eyes had darkened. wincing as i smooth concealer gently on the purple area, the injury looking less visible.

before i knew it the bruises on my face were completely gone, i set my makeup. as i stare at myself in the mirror, my smile falters. this hurts. no knowledge of where i am, who i am, and to top it all off being scarred forever.

"zelly! come down here!"

feeling my scalp prickle, i twiddle my fingers nervously. my stomach gurgling, why is he calling me? my heart begins to beat uncontrollably, my palms beginning to sweat. swallowing my fear, i open my bedroom door, carefully walking downstairs. he didn't sound drunk, at least there was that.

"there you are,"

i hear from behind me, quickly whipping my head, he stands before me shirtless. presented as if he had lived in this house longer than i, his jet black hair tousled. my fists begin to tighten, my knuckles turning white.

"what do you want?"

my voice is surprisingly confident, a little too confident. his eyebrows raise at my tone, a look of anger casted behind his dark orbs.

"i want you on your knees,"

my throat goes dry, what did he just say? he waits for me, pointing to the ground in front of him. i laugh, good joke!

"not going to happen, sweet-cheeks."

in a second he grabs me by my collar, his grip far from gentle. all humor gone, his hands grip onto me harshly. harsh enough to produce a pained sound.

"i'm not going to ask again, knees now."

his eyes gleam danger, he shoves me backwards bleakly. my back hits the wall behind me, i hold in a screech of hurt. don't push his buttons, zelly. i secretly look to my side, seeing a table holding a glass vase full of flowers. biting my lip provocatively, hoping i'd show the whore he wanted, his lips curve in a sadistic smile.

i drop to my knees, my hands going up his legs, i stop myself from gagging. almost there... i reach the hem of his pants, dropping my fake act with a wicked glare, i grab the vase off the table. standing up quickly, i smash it against his head, the sound of glass breaking. he's soaked in water, and his blood as large pieces of glass shards stick out from his forehead; to the right side of his face. making a run for the door, i twist the knob open, please let me out this time.

he curses out loudly, in pain from my hard smash. the invisible barrier had lifted, i'm free! before my hopes could truly reach its peak, i hit a barrier at the end of my staircase in front of my palace. how?-

"get back here, you piece of shit!"

he shouts, i bang on the invisible force, tears falling. please let me out. i can hear his steps getting closer, looking around me. it's almost as if there was someone in the shadows of the forest that surrounded me. who is that?