A Broken Future.

What She Perceives as a Bitch

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Chapter Six
{▪What She Perceives as a Bitch▪}

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I can hear chatter, but its muffled. I try to make out who's talking and what they are saying but it's almost impossible. My eyes begin to pry themselves open and I can feel my brain about to pound straight out of my skull. I look around but the only thing that I can see is darkness. Pitch black darkness.

I strain my eyes against the dark to see if I can make out anything but its no use.

I go back to thinking about the pounding in my head. My memories are fuzzy but the one thing I remember is Henry. His voice at least. But it makes no sense to me. Why...how could he possibly be here? Maybe it was because of the blow to the head I took that was making me think I heard him. I was trying to comfort myself in any way possible.

Moments later a door opens and light floods into the room washing over everything in its path. My eyes take a moment to adjust to the brightness. Once they do I realize I'm in the basement. The washer and dryer sit just a few feet in front of me. Piled in front is clothes and towels.

A look of confusion crosses over my face as to who has been staying here.

I'm reminded of what's going on when I hear the clacking of heels descending down the steps. I look to my right in the small square basement as the same grey haired lady from yesterday proceeds down the stairs.

When she makes it to the bottom she turns and faces me. Her expression does not seem pleased. I look down examining her outfit. She has on a pinstriped suit with glossy black stilettos. She seems too dressed up for an occasion such as this.

It takes a while before she speaks. Her voice is a feminine but low. It's demanding and makes you want to listen to what she's got to say.

"Why must you be so difficult" she asks in an annoyed tone. Her eyes stare down at me making me look away, scared that I might be turned to stone. She lets out a sigh and begins pacing the floor, her heels clacking with each step.

"I have more important things to be doing than being her to scare you into obedience" she says, trying to reason with me.

Although I have not said a word, my face surly shows how in shock I am. Is she really acting like this is my choice?!?!? Like I WANT to be here? Is she out of her MIND!?!?!

She looks down at me and rolls her eyes picking up on my glare. "Look I know this isn't where you're choosing to be right know but can we please just not be a cunt. Stop hitting Leo with things. It hasn't turned out well for you thus far has it."

That was the last straw. My eyes lit with fire. My face was burning. Did she really think she was going to come down here and I was going to say OKAY, ITS FINE? ILL STOP AND BE GOOD. My blood boils in my veins and I want to hit her. To tackle her to the floor and rip out her goddamn throat.

I go to stand up only to realize I'm chained to a giant metal hook coming out of the floor. I plop back down in frustration, just as angry as before. "WHAT THE HELL" I screech pulling at my arms the chains clanking onto the floor "You want me to be GOOD? To not be a CUNT? I'm chained to a floor for Christ sake. I was taken out of my home against my own will!!!" I'm fuming at this point. "YOU SHOT MY DAMN FIANCE!!!" My head falls as I begin to sob... loudly. I'm so fucking pissed and there's so many emotions rushing through me I really don't know how to feel.

I hear her chuckle and then her heels clack. She kneels down beside me and begins to pet my head, like I'm some type of pet she's trying to make feel better after getting in trouble. I keep my head down as tears continue to fall from my eyes. I try my hardest not to kick her as hard as I can.

"Its okay" she tries to sooth me. "I'm almost positive Henry's fine" she says in a sweet voice. She says it as if disregarding my comment all together. Again I see red. HOW DARE SHE?!?!?!?!

She runs her finger over my face to wipe away some tears. My fist are clenched so hard behind my back I'm sure my knuckles are white.

In a fit our rage I scream "YOU.DIDNT. SEE. HIM." I bite her finger until I taste blood. She kicks me in the stomach and a release her finger from my jaw. She stumbles away like a hurt puppy, examining her injury. After about a minute she comes close to me her mouth just inches from my face. "You'll die here" she growls. I spit her blood from my mouth into her face. She turns away, stomping over to the steps. She stops just before the first one and wipes the bloody spit from her cheek. She gives me a wicked grin snarling at me and then stomps up the stairs.

As the door slams and the room goes dark again I hear screaming upstairs. I can only assume it's her screaming. After about 10 minutes it stops. I hear her heels stomp away and a door slam. At least she's gone.

As I begin to cool down I think of what has just happened. I bit her...like a dog. Maybe I deserved to be chained to the floor. I sob more thinking if what she's said. Did she really mean? Probably, why else would I be here?

My eyes hurt from crying and I can still taste traces of her blood in my mouth. I position myself in a way so that I can lay down. My arms hurt from all of the pulling and I'm so sore from everything that's happened. My id be better off if they did just kill me.

I lay my head on the cold concrete. I close my eyes trying to relax and calm myself down just a little. My tongue moves around my mouth and I realize that I'm dying of thirst and I'm starving. Even if I pleased nicely they probably wouldn't give me water, let alone food, at this point. I've realized that I've really probably screwed myself. I try to will myself to go to sleep, I'm so exhausted just thinking about everything. I squeeze my eyes tight begging my brain to just shut off for even an hour.

As I finely begin to fall asleep one last thought races through my mind. If they want me dead then why am I still alive, chained to a floor?

Hey. I haven't done like an author's note type thing in a while but it's me lol. If you're actually reading and enjoying my story thanks a ton. :) I would love to hear feedback because that really helps me. Anyways thanks for reading and you can always feel free to ask me stuff in the comments too!!

Xoxo Katie