I'm In Love With The Next Door Neighbour

Chapter 26 <3

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Recap:

Mr. Walsh turned his attention on me, “You ready?” He asked me, and I suddenly felt scared. The question is am I ready for what?

I glared at him for quite some time, until my eyes got sore they were closed so much… I heard the faint whisper from outside the door; I shot my attention to the door just as another figure appeared.

What I saw my face lose its colour, my blood to rush even faster through my veins and make my heart stop…

My blood drained from my face as my own pulse beat faster and faster in my own ears.

The man standing with a full on smirk wiped across his face was the man who made my whole entire life hell. My breathing was stop as I stared at the man I should be calling ‘my dad’……

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Chapter 26:

I hated how I had the exact same colour eyes as him, the exact same shade of green, except when you look in mine you see warmness, friendliness and love but his hold coldness, anger, and hate.

It made my blood go cold, this was the man who was supposed to love me and take care of me, but when mom died he abandoned that task and decided to drive off into another completely different route.

The man standing in front of me was the man who appeared in my nightmares and who haunted my life, who is supposed to be in jail but now is standing in front of me, giving me the same creepy smile as always.

His brown hair, striking green eyes and strong jaw line that haunted me every time I closed my eyes were now haunting me with my eyes open, I am my own witness to my own torture…

His sarcastic smirk swiped across his face made me feel like a damsel in distress, it reminded me of when I was once that little girl who looked up to her daddy, who was daddy’s little girl, when the only man in her life was her dad.

I remember when we went for a walk on the beach, he carried me as I rested my head in his shoulder and took in his scent as my mom walked along side us, and they were the good days.

I couldn’t look at the man who made me scared of life, I stared at the rope that had me tied to the chair, the way it squeezed my skin so tight it hurt but right now it felt like nothing compared to being in the presence of a monster.

I squeezed my eyes shut and willed myself to think of rainbows and sunshine, but instead I started imagining me being in a horror movie, I’m basically acting it out now!

“You look so beautiful, Zoe.” His voice made goose bumps appear all over my body, and made shivers venture through all my body.

I wanted to shudder; it took everything I had in me not too. If he seen any piece of vulnerability in me he would thrive on it, and attack me limb by limb, literally.

I gave all my attention to the floor, not giving him the satisfaction of having my attention.

I could feel everyone’s stares on me, as we all sat in silence. The tension in the room, you could slice it with a butter knife.

“Not going to answer your ‘ole man?” He asked but I could hear the mocking tone in his voice, I could just imagine his stupid smirk.

No! I mentally shouted, I was not going to answer my ‘ole man’, I definitely think he is borderline retarded because what person actually thinks there daughter who they have abused actually want to talk to them.