The One

Chapter 13

Vannessa's POV

I quickly looked around as I heard the footsteps come closer. I saw in the corner of the room was a pile of hay. It probably was used as some sort of toilet for al the prisoners. Without another thought, I dived into the hay and made sure I was invisible. I looked to my side and saw a huge piece of crap only a few inches to my side.

'Holy sh*t' I said sharply to myself. I felt a few chunks slide up my throat but I quickly pushed them back down. I guess they don't think to clean this thing out. I peeked through the hay and saw Damion angrily walk through the door. It seems that he was just too angry to notice how the door was already open.

"Where the F*CK IS SHE!" Damion said loudly towards the end. He was only a few inches from my father's face. I saw my father trembling as he looked into the eyes of that monster.

"I-I don't know," my father said as he tried not to anger him. Damion slowly picked up my father, with the chair by the way, and looked at him with red eyes.

"Until I find her, I will torture you." Damion said slowly through his teeth. He had some sort of sick smile on his face as he looked at the scared face of my father. He dropped my father and the chair on the floor. He looked at my father with angry as and slapped him in the face. b The slap echoed. All you could hear is my dad's soft scream from the pain.

"That felt a little too nice of me," Damion said with crazed eyes, " Maybe I should use soething a little more tough." He went into his back pocket and brought out his pocket knife. He flicked it up and bent down and rested it on my father's cheek. He slowly slide it across the cheek until it went from his ear to right under his left eye. My dad refused to scream again but a tear slipped instead.

I started to tear up and gasped when Damion suddenly punched my dad in the face. Apparently I wasn't as quiet as I thought because Damion looked to where I was hiding and slowly walked towards me. I closed my eyes ready for him to find me but thankfully he was distracted.

"WE FOUND EVIDENCE OF HER!" a voice yelled from outside of the dungeon. Before Damion find me, he quickly ran out of the cell but not before closing the door. I waited until I couldn't hear anything before I got out of the nasty hay and ran towards the door.

No! We're locked in! Why! I can't lay in crap forever! I'm too young to di- wait. I checked the outer part of the door through the bars and rolled my eyes. I forgot that I left the keys in the key hole. Damion must not have notice. Thank the lord.

"Alright, let's untie you know." I said as I used one of the keys on the keychain to unlock the chains on him. Once untied I helped my father up.

"Can you walk?"

"Yeah, but not so fast." he answered. Well that's good since I feel like crap. Literally.

I unlocked the door  and my father and I rushed out of the cell. We rushed as quickly as we can up the stairs and looked through the shed's windows. I saw a lot of people, including Damion, looking in the bush I was in before the shed. What could possibly be that interesting about a bu-. That's right, my throw up. Eww, there literally inspecting my throw up.

My father and I quickly and quietly walked out the shed doors. We then rushed in the opposite directions into the dense land filled with trees. I looked up to where everyone was and saw that a young man turn away from my throw up and started to gag and eventually threw up. I'm with him.

I turn around walked into the woods with my father by my side. I could see that he was in pain but he was in his own little world so I decided not to bother him. I was finally getting into a steady pace until I felt the pain in my foot. I couldn't move it and it was paralyzing. I collapsed and remembered that it must be a cramp. My father stopped walking and helped me up.

"We should go back" he said once the pain went away.

"What?!" I almost shouted. I was shocked that he would actually say that.

"We have no plan whatsoever. What did you think was going to happen? If we go back to the house, he will find us and maybe even kill us." he said calmly without looking at me. I was sad to say that he was right. But, I don't want him to hurt my father again. I looked away with tears in my eyes thinking about becoming an orphan. I felt my dad slide his arms around me and envelope me in a hug. But that wasn't just a hug. It was words that told me what he felt. He told, in that hug, that he was sorry for hurting me and how much he loved me. But that wasn't just a loving hug, that was a goodbye hug.

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Sorry it was short, But I am trying to publish a story, AT LEAST once a week. But I WILL probably post another chapter before a week. You see, I'm trying to get better. At least its better than once a year *coughs nervously". So do you guys like werewolf books, not saying THIS book is. Anyway comment, vote, and follow me if you haven't already. Also, please give me any suggestions if you have any. Stay lit. (Wow, I didn't think it would sound so damn cringy)

Lots Of Love,

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