A Year After Losing Kayla

Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

Dad and I drove along in silence, I didn't want to speak to him. It was pretty clear he didn't really want to speak to me either. I hated him with every fibre of my being. We carried on driving in an awkward and uncomfortable silence. Dad finally spoke after a solid few hours.

'Ive really missed you Holly' He said, trying to smile. I ignored him and turned my head.

'I want to go back home' I said. Dad scoffed.

'We are going home!' He chuckled.  I glared at him.

' Ardleworth is my home!' I shouted at him. This probably wasn't the best thing to do as my Dad got angrier with me.

'Well Tough! You are never going back there Again' He said, voice slightly raised.  I could feel my inner courage growing, I was no longer scared of my Dad. Or frightened to challenge him.

'You can't stop me!' I shouted back. I think my Dad was slightly taken aback by this. I had never even raised my voice at my Dad, never been cheeky or anything like that. But, all this new knowledge of the man he really was caused me to lose all Respect I had for him.

'Watch me!' He snarled. The tone of his voice scared me again. Dad sped up, trying to get back as quickly as he could. My thoughts rushed back to Tommy. Would he care? Would he try and find me? And then I thought about poor Jane, she would go insane with worry if I wasn't there whe nshe got back. She would get the police involved and everything. But, that may be a good thing as Dad could get caught.

I kept thinking about things back in Ardleworth. The green meadows and the crystal blue river. I remembered the day we first moved there. It was a year or so after Mum died. Dad wanted a change of scenery, he couldn't bare living in the city. Kayla and I helped Dad all day. He wanted to re decorate all the rooms, put our own stamp on it he said. We joked around and had a great day. Dad even joined in playing little games with Kayla and I, dressing up our dollies and telling little stories.

I miss those days, when a kiss from Dad made everything Better. Now look at my life, Kayla's dead and my Dad is a monster.

'Why did you hurt her like that Dad?' I asked, hoping he had calmed down slightly.

'Im not talking about this now Holly' He said, no tone or emotion in his voice.

'Please Dad, I want to know' I replied, pleaded. He sighed but said nothing. I gave up after that. We kept on driving, not stopping until we reached the house. Dad parked outside unlocked the front door. All I could do was sit  in the car and wait for Dad to open the car door for me. Fucking child lock! Dad went inside for a sec before walking back up to the car.

'Get out!' He said as he opened the door. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out the car, and began dragging me towards the house. I struggled against him, but this was pointless. It angered Dad.

'Stop struggling' He commanded, still dragging me towards to door

'No!' I yelled at him and began to struggle harder. Then out of the blue, Dad's hand made contact with my face. I turned my head as my face began stinging.

'Dont think I wont do that again, or worse' He gruffly whispered in my ear.

'Dont think that will stop me getting away' I whispered, snapping my head to face him. I saw the anger in his eyes and decided to co-operate, at least until we got inside. As soon as we did Dad threw me across the living room and locked the front door. I got back up on my feet and looked over at Dad. He held the key between his thumb and index finger, he waved it at me with a chuckle.

'You aint leaving me again Holly' He sniggered. I looked down at the ground, I could hear the footsteps of Dad walking towards me. He pulled me into him, into a hug. Then he tilted my head up so I was looking straight into his eyes. The he tilted his head down and placed his lips onto mine.

I pushed him away instantly and slapped him.

'What the fuck are you doing Dad' I gasped. He was stroking his cheek where I had hit him. He stood there in silence. 'Your a monster' I carried on, not doing myself any favours. Dad tensed up and walked towards me. I kept moving backwards, I didnt want him near me. I ran up the stairs.

I went and sat in my room, the door was barricaded with a few chairs. I could hear Dad pounding on the door, I just stayed in my bed shaking. I wanted Tommy, I needed Tommy... Dad left after a while, I heard his steps down the stairs. I still didnt think it was safe, but I took the chairs away.

The door burst open an hour or so later, that hour I had spent crying. Dad had taken my phone and I hadnt dared leave my room. Now Dad was back and he looked angrier then normal. He sat beside me and took my hand in his. I flinched at this but his grip was to tight for me to try and get out of it.

I didn't want to look him in the eye. He leaned forward and kissed my cheek. I slapped him again, I thought he was trying to kiss me properly. He got so angry.

He pinned me down on the bed and hovered over the top of me. He started kissing me, and began undoing his belt. I knew where this was going, I tried my hardest to struggle out of it. I pulled up my knees and tried to kick him, he dodged each attack I made.

He began pulling off my clothes. I could feel the tears streaming down my face.

'Stop Dad please' I whispered as his lips left mine briefly.

'You deserve this' He said, and reconnected our lips. We were both now naked. What happened next will always haunt me.

Dad threw me some shorts and a vest. He was now fully clothed.

'Put those on and come downstairs' He said, blowing me a kiss as he left, shutting the door behind him. I sat up and got dressed. I felt terrible. I looked at myself in the mirror, I was wearing an old pair of Kayla's shorts and one of her vests. I went downstairs to find Dad sitting at the table with a bottle of hair dye.

'Present for you' He said beaming. He handed me the bottle, as I looked at it I realised that it was the same colour as Kayla's hair. She had gotten her Dad's bleach blonde hair whereas I had gotten my Mum and Dad's brownish blonde hair. I stared at the bottle.

'Why do I need this?' I asked.

'Cos it would suit you more' It all clicked in. Now Kayla was gone, he was trying to make me just like her. He was sick in the head.

'No, Im not using it' I said placing the bottle down. Dad glared at me and pushed me to the floor. Before I could get back up he was kicking me in my stomach.

'Dont. Ever. Disobey. Me. Again!' He yelled between kicks. He stopped and left me there, doubled over in pain. He took the bottle and went to the bathroom and started running the tap.

I heard him call out to me after a minute, I got up and walked into the bathroom despite my crippling stomach pains. I gave in and let him dye my hair.

I looked in the mirror in the living room, I looked just like Kayla. Exactly like her. Dad had made me put makeup on like her. He had added black eyeliner moles and beauty spots in the exact places Kayla had had them.

He placed his hand on my shoulder and I turned to face him. He kissed me on the lips, causing me to shiver. We sat down on the sofa.

'You're beautiful Kayla' He said. I turned to him.

'Dad, Im Holly, not Kayla' I said, my voice slightly shaking.

'No, you are Kayla' He said, still staring into my eyes.

'Kayla is dead' I said, tears brimming in my eyes.

'No, in my eyes you are Kayla' He said smiling, taking hold of my hand.  That was it. No More Holly...