In Daddy's Arms

In Daddy's Arms - Chapter 5

Picture of Hotel Clerk - James Killar

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Chapter 5

The voice! That was the first thing I heard when I started to wake up... nothing more or nothing less. I couldn't see anything and I felt my hands and feet tied together. There was something soft underneath me leading me to think I was either on a bed or a couch. But even after trying to figure out where I was in particular the voices still seemed to be at the front of my mind, the one thing I concentrated on the most.

They were coming from the other room, that was for sure and it sounded like 2 different people. One being daddy for sure, I wouldn't be able to forget his voice if I even tried. But the other one sounded strangely familiar yet not a voice that I had heard as often as before.

I tried to get my hands untried from their restraints but it was useless. After every struggle to get them loose only made them tighten. 'They must be tied to the bed post?' I thought as I felt the position of my body become clearer. I was on me back, arms above my head tied to something as my legs were as well. I had a blind fold of sorts covering my vision that felt something of silk.

Straining my ears to catch what they were talking about, I realized that the other person must have been someone who worked here.

"I was just wondering if your daughter was around." Said the unknown voice. It sounded awkward and nervous at the same time.

"She isn't in right now; something about shopping in the capital of fashion got her mind

in a jilt." Dad boomed, his voice full of controlled anger.

"Oh well will you give her this when she comes back please?"

I could hear something being exchanged during the silence. It sounded like paper, maybe a note?

"Do you know how old my daughter is?" asked my dad.

"Uhh, n-no I g-guessed she was around ei-eighteen? why?"

"How old are you? Like around early twenties?" asked my dad, anger clear in his voice.

"Y-yes sir! I a-am 22" he said stuttering out his answer.

"Well my daughter is NOT 18, she is actually 15. I don't want you near her or to even look at her for that matter. If I catch you doing either one of those things I will have you-"

Once I heard the threat that my dad was making, I started to realize that this man talking to my father may be the only hope for me to escape. I quickly started, scream and yelling help. Hoping my pleas will be heard threw the closed door. I quietly heard the discussion continue during my tirade, hoping that he would come for help.

"What is that?" asked the guy at the door. My father was at a loss for words and just stood there for a while. Be quickly turned to the other man trying to turn on a apologetic look.

"Sorry about that, my daughter has bad dreams. Due to bad, uh, past experiences. If you will excuse me" Dad quickly turned around shutting the door only to hear the other mans cut off sentence.

"But I thought you said your daughter was out-"

I heard the foot steps boom down the hall and enter quickly into my room. I quieted down knowing I would be hurt for what I did and hoping the punishment will lessen if I stopped. I hoped the other guy had thought something strange of my screaming and would come through my door being the night in shining armor, but that was all fairy tales. It doesn't happen in real life, so why get my hopes up. I had probably just gotten myself in a large amount of trouble for nothing.

The door boomed open and a (what I assumed to be) scary looking daddy stood in the frame of it. The heat literally radiated off of him as he made his way straight towards me in the bed. I couldn't see what he was going to do but I felt him looking down at my, standing beside the bed by my head.

The rope tied around my arms was yanked off, leaving my reddened arms exposed and sore. As quickly as he had before my leg restraints were gone as well. I lay there, shaking with fear as the quiet minutes passed. Then out of no where the first blow came to the side of my ribs, my blindfold was removed and a whimper escaped my lips. I was tossed down onto the ground as the numerous kicks and hitting was placed on my body. I heard a snap and a gush of pain was sent through by body, originating from my ribs.

My crying was loud and hard as he repetitively beat me telling me about my screw up.

"Are you trying to ruin yourself? You have never before fought back of what we have together. I love you and you say you do too but then you go and yell your little fucking mouth off trying to give yourself away as if you're the victim. Well your not, no one is. So you may have had a few bad days but that is just as well as everyone else. You shouldn't be complaining about the great life I have provided for you. You know what you are, a selfish little bitch. You may look just like you mother but you can be nothing like her, and what you just did proved that to me. You disgust me do you know that, you worthless piece of trash, I can't even believe all these years I have looked at you the way I have, never again Brooklyn will you be given the star treatment. You don't deserve it... not at all!" dad voice was quietly loud as it boomed through the room.

I felt myself slipping away yet again from the pain. He didn't stop talking and even after every word that he said I started to think he was right. I mean after everything that has happened I have gotten the best treatment out of myself and Kent. He deserved something more and yet here I stand - lay - finally getting what I deserved. I am worthless and I do deserve what I'm receiving. I'm worthless, like trash.

Just as I started to see nothing, I heard a pounding sound coming from the door. Yelling indicating that those people want to be let in and asking what the noise was. I started to fade in and out as the hope of help came into my mind and hopefully an end to the pain. I may know that what my dad had said was true but I wanted to pain to stop. I didn't want it anymore. I would take any other form of punishment for the mistakes that I have done but the pain was too much.

The darkness finally came, closing me from the world around me.