Daddy Horror (Ricky Horror Fanfic)

Ch.14

I cried and cried as mommy was hitting me. I was get spanked for locking her and Greg in the basement.
Did I feel bad?
Hell no.
They deserved being locked up for locking me up.
Actually, they should be locked up in jail instead of a damn basement.
Maybe that'll teach them a lesson.
"Wait till Greg comes home. I bet he'll very angry with you, young lady."
And with that, she shut the door on me.
Yes, I was in the basement again.
I'm starting to think I'll be in the basement a lot.
As I waited for Greg to come and punish me, I decided to do some thinking.
What if I wouldn't have gotten sick?
That means I wouldn't be here.
If I just would've sat down at the concert, I wouldn't even be here.
Or what if didn't go to sleep?
I wouldn't be here either.
What would've happened if I stayed with Auntie Ashley?
If they came on the tour bus, they wouldn't hurt her to get me.
But how did they get me if Auntie Ashley was in the front area of the bus?
Was she asleep?
Or did she just let them take me?
What if daddy told them to take me?
Did he not want me anymore?
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of glass breaking and a scream.
Whatever was happening upstairs obviously wasn't good.
The basement door opened and a piece of glass was thrown down.
Into my direction.
It hit my chest, but not hard enough to cut me.
Which I was thankful for.
Greg came down the stairs, stomping his big feet in the process.
"Didn't I tell you to think before you start being a little bitch to your mom? Hell, you were even a bitch to me!" He screamed.
He grabbed my hair and picked me up that way.
"Locking us up in the basement." He dragged me by my hair every time he talked.
"How would you like it if you were locked up in here? Oh wait, we already have!" He laughed and spit in my face, continuing to drag me.
"I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson." And with that, he threw be down on the ground.
My head hit a big rock, which didn't feel too good.
He picked up a rock, not small either, and threw it at me. It hit my stomach and I thought I was gonna throw up.
"Such a shame I'm gonna have to do this." He sighed and shook his head.
Then, he grabbed a glass bottle and broke it on my head.
The glass went everywhere, cutting my head.
He picked up a clothing item, placing it over my body, before kicking my ribs.
I began to throw up blood.
Each time he kicked, more and more blood came out of my body.
The darkness took over me.
I could see a light and hear voices.
Screaming, actually.
And with that, I was gone.
Out like a light.