Safe || j.b.

Chapter 16

Scarlett's POV

It's been a week since he raped me, I'm not even going to give him the title of a father anymore. He deserves to rot in hell. I can't believe what a monstosity he's become since my mother's death. I've been locked in our basement ever since he raped me, no food, he throughs down a water bottle once a week so I don't die. Like he cares. But he won't let me go out anywhere any more, he thinks I'm going to run away again. He's right. Because the first chance I get I'm leaving.

I don't care who it's with but I'm going to leave.

He won't even let me take a shower for God's sake! I'm forced to sit here and do nothing but think of what he did to me. He touched me in places I've never been touched, places a father should never touch on their daughter. I was sickened. He's taken away something from me that I'll never get back.I havn't talked for a week, unless you count the sobs that I do every night.

I've prayed so many times for someone, anyone, to save me from him. I just don't think anyone will, every time someone goes to the door he answers the door and makes an excuse as to why I can't come to the door.

Maybe I have been secretly hoping for Justin to come and save me, but why would he? I pushed him and pushed him to the point where he finally stopped. But that's what I wanted right?

So why doesn't it feel right?

Because in all honesty I miss him. I miss his sweet and calming words, his stupid comments and sly smirk. I miss his laugh and his perfect smile. I swear I could just lay in his arms all day and watch him smile.

And when we kissed, his lips were just so soft and I knew that in that moment I didn't want to be anywhere but with him. I just didn't realize it until I left.

Why did I leave? My so called father would have found me either way right? So why not just stay with Justin? I regret it all.

I can't even cry anymore, I'm all out of tears. I feel like I'm going to cry but nothing comes out, I'm just stuck down here. With nothing but my demons.

But soon there was a knock at the door, being me I hoped it was Justin. But I wouldn't even care if it was a mail man, as long as they'd help me.

I tried to scream but my throat was so dry. Nothing came out but a weird sounding crack. I cleared my throat and tried my hardest to yell the words 'help'.

When it finally came out I was surprised and satisfied. "Help!" I yelled again. I heard the creek from the door and soon a voice, "Hello?" this was my chance!

"Help!" I screamed again.

I heard footsteps and soon the door was being fumbled with. "Scarlett?" I heard a familiar voice but I couldn't exactly tell who it was.

"I'm I'm here!" I yelled.

The door nob juggled a second or two before the door was opened. I was a little shocked to see him, I quickly stood up.

"Jordan? What are you doing here?" My voice cracks again.

Before I know it he's lying on the ground and he's been replaced by my so called father. His angry face scared me and I wanted to run and hide under the bed.

"Who the hell was that?" he spat.

I couldn't move nor answer, I was sat there on the bed, all chained up laid frozen. I shook my head, "I-I don't know" I lied knowing that it wasn't believable at all.

His anger seemed to grow by the minute, "Bullshit!" he spat. I cringed as he came closer to me, his body over shadowing my small and weak one.

"I guess I'll just have to kill him.He's seen too much." he smiled. He had the nerve to smile about murder as if it were a joke.

I was more and more disgusted by him every growing second. "H-He didn't see anything, o-only that I w-was down here" he slapped me across the face, hard.

I wanted to scream and cry but i was fresh out of tears. "Why the hell are you defending him?! He doesn't care about you anyways! He's not worth my time, let him take you! He'll give you right back after spending just two hours with you"

Everything that came out of his mouth had no effect on me. Did he think I didn't know how worthless I was? I know that I don't deserve happiness or anything. But I still crave it, I know that I'm annoying and ugly but I still have some hope that maybe, just maybe, someone will love me one day.

"Do something!" he shouted.

He kicked me in the stomach, anything to get a reaction out of me. "Do we have to resort to my other method?" a petrifying grin plastered on his face.

If I said no he would do it, if I didn't answer, he would still do it. If I say yes he'll take that as permission and do it. There was no way out of this cruel punishment.

"I guess so" he smirked.

He undid his belt and I just sat there with my head down. I couldn't fight anymore, I was weak and tired. My body ached from the last time he did this, I was disgusted with myself.

I was still in just a bra and panties, so he pulled down my underwear to my ankles and I flinched at his cold and rough touch.

He was hovering over my body and I held my breath for what was about to come.

Then I heard a knock on the door, and I was more than relieved. "They'll go away" he smirked. As if he already knew what I was thinking. But I prayed that the person would come in and save me.

"Help!!" I screamed.

As soon as I did I felt his hand collide with my cheek. I cried our in pain and as soon as I did the door creaked open. "Scarlett?" I heard a familiar voice.

I knew instantly it was Kate, my father sat up. He quickly fixed his clothes, "Your getting away this time but don't expect me to not come and find you again" he whispered harshly.

He ran out the garage door and I screamed out for Kate again. I heard footsteps run down the stairs and I felt my eyes tear up again, I don't know if it was because of relief, sadness, or anger.

Maybe all three.

But when she was downstairs and found me Lyon on the bed, my hands and legs tied up, she gasped.

"Scarlett, w-what happened to you!?" she ran to me and untied my hands and lastly my legs. I cried onto her shoulder as she hugged me. Her hand running up and down my back.

"Let's go get you dressed and showered. You can stay with me tonight, and you need to tell me what has been happening" she looked at me with concern.

I weakly nodded.

Yet, I was secretly hoping that a certain tattooed boy would of been the one to save me. I guess he was really kidding when he said he loved me.

It was too good to be true anyways.

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:'( Fuck you Justin. Why the hell didn't you save her? Well anyways, ThankYou so so much for the 230 reads! So happy about it. I know that my updating was absolutely horrible before but I promise I'm going back on track now.

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