Broken

*Chapter 06|Anger*

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Bianca's P.O.V

SMOKE.

I woke up in heat, with sweat dripping down my already damp face. Looking around I found myself in the mist of thick miasma and fanned the air in front of me to clear the smoke from my front view but it was useless.

I don't remember getting home and falling asleep last night after the little adventure with Asher.

I ran out of the room and to the quiet hallway, holding the walls for support, "Asher!" I called but no response. "Clara!" The thick smoke was suffocating and I found myself coughing at how much of it I had inhaled.

It made me dizzy and my eyes water, soon I found my self in the kitchen. I reached for the back door helplessly, feeling my legs go weaker by the minute. Just when I was inches away from grabbing the handle I was roughly pulled back.

"Going somewhere?"

I turned back and found Zoe a few feet behind me, she held a gun in her hand which was aimed at my forehead. "What are you doing?" I ask, my voice hoarse.

"Something I should have done along time ago," she replied and took a few steps towards me. I walked backwards in defense, I don't want that weapon near me. I felt too suffocated and blinded by the smoke so I tripped on my own feet and landed on the ground.

She squats down to my eye level with a sadistic smile on her face. "Tell daddy I said hi," she smirks. I couldn't help but stare into her cold dark eyes, making a shiver run down my spine, for a moment I felt this was actually real but it cant be - I pray it isn't. My brows squeezed in confusion at her words but before I could process what she said, she hits the gun on my temple.

The acute hit stung slightly, but the pain was gone as fast as it came. As I watched my vision drown into a sea of darkness I then realized, I wasn't dreaming.

***

I couldn't breathe.

I quickly sat up and let out coughs for air, I put my shaky hands around my wet frame shivering slightly from the supposedly ice cold water splashed on me. When my vision cleared I could make out a figure in front of me.

"Welcome back Bianca," Antonio gave me a wicked smile and dropped the bucket in his hands on the ground. He still looked the same, except for the fresh cut on his lip. His short brown hair was neatly gelled on his head as always, he wore a short sleeved fitting black shirt that showed his very bulky figure and tattoos with black jeans. Antonio is my step brother, his mother married my father a few years ago.

I looked around me and found myself staring at the same baby blue walls that have held me captive for so long. My heart was beating frantically in my chest in realization and I glanced at the familiar table with chipped white paint. I quickly scrambled out of the now soaked sheets of the queen sized bed that held a lot of horrible memories.