In a world of just in time

Chapter 3

Elena's POV

I walked home quickly. I knew I would be killed when I got home. I stayed out all night and the way I looked. Anyway could work out what happened. As I approach Notting hill I button up the shirt to cover the tear down my dress and I brush out my hair with my fingers, attempting to make it look like I didn't sleep on a beach. As I get closer to my house I wish I had stayed at the beach or just walked into the sea.

I see my house. It's at the top of the hill along a dirt path. It's pretty hidden, not many people know it's even here. I know people say this place is dodgy and run down, and it is, but it doesn't scare me. This home and I know I'm tough enough to take it.

I reach the front door of my house. I can imagine once this house was nice but now it looks abandoned. Most the windows are broken and have to be covered with wood. Everywhere you walk the floor boards creek which I why I know he knows I'm home and I can here him approaching the door. I grasp the cold metal door handle, turning it allowing me to push the door open. It's never locked. Everyone who knows about this house knows to stay away.

I walk into the house. The air is warm but there is smoke everywhere. He always smokes in the house. Just walking in you feel like you've smoked 50 cigarettes. I always smell like smoke which I why people assume I smoke 10 a day. When in reality I have like one a week.

I close the door slowly still hearing him walk down towards me. I stand frozen once the door is closed, with my back to rest of the house. I feel his hands grip tightly around my arm and spin me hitting my back against the door. His hands tightens on my arm almost cutting off the blood circulation. I can smell the alcohol on him before he even opens his mouth.

"Where the hell have you been?" He spits at me.
"Daddy..." I say hoping I can reach any kindness inside him but I know I won't.
"Answer!" he screams at me.
"I went to a friends after school and ended up falling asleep there. I'm so sorry." I almost cry out.

He raises his other hand and slaps me across my face near my eye. I nearly fall down but he's still holding onto my arm holding me up against the door. I can already feel my eye swelling and it gets harder and harder to keep it open. He has a hard hit that has got stronger over the years of practise.

"You pathetic slut! You should know the fucking rules by now." He knees in the stomach making my lose of breathe and start gagging as if I would throw up. I would have if I had anything in my stomach.

He lets go of arm as I fall the floor in pain. He steps back from me and sighs. Oh yeah it must be tiring beating me everyday and making sure my life sucks.

I grabs me by the back of the neck pulling me off the floor and walks me through the house. He leads me out into the back garden and down the porch that sits higher than the rest of the garden. Just down the stairs of the porch there is a metal pole where my chain is attached. Yes my chain.

He reached for the end that looks my a medieval pair of handcuffs. He cuffs it to my ankle. It's the same one I've had all my life, so now I'm adult size it's too small so I have scars and bruises from it. Once he locks it is place he looks down at me. "You are a worthless stupid child." And with that he walks away slamming the back door behind him.

I sit down slowly, clenching my stomach. At least that has distracted me from the pain in my eye. I sit there for awhile before before I find the strength to stand. I limb along going underneath the porch. This is my bedroom. I get chained up a lot. Under here I have a few boxes filled with the clothes I've stolen from stores as well as toiletries and other things I may need. I don't have much but I have what I need and all I could steal.

If you go far enough, now underneath the house, there's a warm spot where the central heating pipes are. That's where I sleep. I know he won't come to unchain me until Monday. Once I get to school I use the showers there so I'm always late to first class. I know he'll spend the weekend getting drunk and go out doing whatever he does. So I get comfortable with my ratty blanket and do my school work. It's all I have to do all weekend.

To be honest I'm fairly happy. Considering how he usually is, today he was pretty nice.

Damon's POV

I finally make my way home. I'm still pissed with Elena, like what is her problem. I arrive at my house and park the car out the front. I realise I'm still not wearing a top so I climb through my window to put one one before I face my parents. I'll tell them what happened. I can never lie.

Ever since what happened to my brother they never get angry at me, they just really want what's best for me. Which I why the pay for extra tutoring and get me whatever I need or want.

A few years ago my younger brother died of cancer. It affected all us greatly but also differently. But somehow we all found a way to live.

I decided I should probably shower, so I quickly jump in. Once I'm out I get dressed quickly and head downstairs to the library. I find them both sitting on one of the sofas reading the same book. Once I walk I sit on the desk and they both look up at me. My mum walks over and wraps me in her arms as she kisses the top of my head. She then sits down on the edge of the sofa.

"Honey we was so worried about you! I was going to call the police if you didn't come home by lunch. What happened last night?" She asks sweetly. My dad is now also looking at me.

I answer truthfully. I can't lie to them and I know they won't be mad. "I went to a beach party after the football game and ended up having too much to drink."

My dad looks at me seriously. "Phone or at least text us next time so we know you are safe."
"Of course I'm sorry, I didn't think I was busy." I should have stopped talking after saying sorry.
"Busy?" My mum questions. Oh well I have to be honest.
"Yeah there was a hot girl."
"Damon Salvatore, I prefer you to have a little class. Are you dating?" My mum asks.
"No. No way. Just fun you know. Anyways I'm sorry, I'm going to get something to eat."
"Okay sweetie" my mums says. They both look disappointed but they don't say anything else. As I'm about the walk out the door my dad calls me. "Damon."
"Yes papa." I say in a mocking tone.
"You have tutoring today and tomorrow and you're working with me tomorrow also so no more going out this weekend."
"Okay." There's no point in arguing.