The Suffer of the Silenced

suffer of the silenced part 12

"Where are mom and Kris?" I asked; my voice much more confident than I thought it would be.

"We went on a little trip to Grandma's house. They are there now. I had to go take care of some business after she told me that a little brat was telling lies. I figured you would try to come and save them, so I came to stop you." He smiled at me.

My father took two steps towards me before Landon stepped in front of me again. My father took him in for the first time.

Landon wasn't a small guy, he was actually pretty muscular after working for my grandmother, but he couldn't stand up to my father.

Dad looked small, and was strong, stronger than Landon was. Plus we had a weapon. Landon didn't stand a chance.

"What do we have here? Who are you young man?" My father was laughing hysterically.

Landon just stood there, bracing himself.

"Landon, please don't!" I begged behind him. He didn't stand down at all.

I had to get him out of here. I would take whatever I had coming from my father as long as Landon was safe.

"I promised I wouldn't let him touch you again." Was all he said.

I looked around; the only escape was the window. It was straight down two floors. I took a step back and took a deep breath.

"Landon, follow me. We have to move quickly." I said so my father wouldn't hear over his laughter.

Landon turned as I did. I dove through the window. The air whistled around me as the ground came spiraling up. I hit it hard and landed on my arm. Excruciating pain shot through my body, making my writhe in pain.

I broke my arm, of that I was sure, but I still had to keep going. I stood and started towards the truck.

Landon. Where was he? I looked at the window and saw a blur of motion. He was still inside! He father raised the bat, ready to hit him, but Landon blocked it. I saw blood covering his face. He was already hurt.

I had to go save him. My father wanted to kill him; I could see the fury burning from behind his eyes. He raised the bat again and I heard Landon cry out in pain.

I ran inside the door and up the stairs. I entered quietly so he never saw my entrance.

Once inside the room I grabbed the lamp off of the bedside table and crashed it over my father's head. It shattered into a million pieces. His head was bleeding an insane amount. He fell to the side and I saw Landon. He was lying on the floor in an unearthly angle.

M father stood and rushed towards me. I bumped against the table and grabbed for whatever I could. I picked up a huge book and slammed it into my father's face once he was close enough. He fell on the bed.

My heart felt like it was about to beat right out of my chest. He was yelling, but I couldn't hear it over the blood rushing in my ears.

I hit my father again on the head before he had the chance to get up. I had to guess where his head was because I couldn't see through the pools of tears in my eyes.

His head snapped up. He jumped off the bed and pushed me against the wall.

He was laughing again. "I've missed you so much Lillian. Your sister isn't as good as you are."

I wanted to kill him. She was only 9! I tried to get out of his grasp, but he only laughed harder and increased his grip.

I started screaming and he brought his lips hard on mine to silence them.

He pinned my hands above my head, my broken arm searing with pain, and ripped my shirt off.

It was just like my dream. My worst nightmare was coming true!

He was working on my jeans now. He was pulling them when suddenly his body pressed hard against mine. He let go of me to turn to Landon.

He had gotten off the floor, got the bat and he hit him with it. He was saving me when he should be running.

He hit him again and again. My father finally collapsed.

"Run Lillian! Go!" He saw that I wasn't going without him. He hit my father once more and dropped the bat. He picked me up and ran out of the room, down the stairs, and out the front door. He put me down once we got outside.

"Hurry!" He yelled as he got inside the car. I jumped inside as he stepped on the gas, tearing away from the house.

"Are you hurt? Did he do anything to you?" He asked, looking over me frantically.

"I think I broke my arm after the jump. Why didn't you follow me?"

"I was trying to give you a chance to run. He was running to get you, so I stopped him. You were supposed to run away! Why didn't you?"

"He would have killed you! And there was no way I was going to leaving you!"

"Well, I don't know where we are going to go. Your father is going to go back to get your family, and your grandmother will tell him where I live and he will come and get you."

"What are we going to do?" I was on the edge of hysteria.

"I don't know. My brother has a house- HOLY SHIT!" His eyes were wide as he stared in the rearview mirror. I turned only to see my father speeding after us n his car.