Silent Torture

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✡️Joslynn's POV✡️

Thank God it was Sunday, after what happened yesterday, I would be terrified to go to school. Last night, for some unknown reason, I felt comfortable; I didn't sleep in fear, I wasn't afraid that Joe would come into my room and butcher me. Alisa made me feel more better as she slept by my side the entire night, and she's even sleeping after I woke up. She is one strong sleeper, the only thing that might wake her up is the mention of food, but I won't test that theory yet. I gently removed her hand from my stomach and placed it at her side, I slid off the bed and walked towards the door.

I opened the door and peeked out, it was quiet and a bit chilly - it was really early - but the air was comforting and relaxing. The sun was awakening but still sleeping, its weak rays reflecting into the halls and made a clear path downstairs. I stepped out of the room and onto the slightly cold, wooden floors. I shivered a bit, and hugged my body, I slowly descended the stairs and then found my way into the kitchen. It was a big house, I'm kinda silly to say that I'm afraid that I'll get lost in here one day.

I opened the fridge and feasted my eyes on an abundance of food, I've never seen so much food. There were all sorts of delicious snacks, frozen foods, drinks and fresh ingredients inside. I wandered around the kitchen and found a huge pantry, also filled with yummy foods, and the kitchen itself invited you to cook. A cough made me snap out of my daze. Ace stood just inches away, observing me.

"Very curious, yet scared." He made a mental note to himself. "Judging from appearance hasn't had a proper meal in years."

"What are you doing?" I asked him in confusion. He didn't answer, instead he walked around me and directly to the fridge.

"Tone of voice, annoyed. Voice itself is very...quiet yet intriguing." His last phrase made me speechless. "Can be embarrassed very easily."

"Are you done observing me?" I asked. He took out eggs, milk, butter and chocolate chips from the fridge. He then went into the pantry and brought out flour and baking soda.

"Not yet." He said, as he took out bowls from the cabinets and a whisk from a drawer. "You are very strange...in a good way. You tolerate my sister, which no one can, and you survived years of abuse."

"So my life is an experiment for you?" I asked.

"No, I'm just curious." He stated. He placed all dry ingredients into one bowl, and the wet ingredients in another, then he mixed the wet and dry ingredients and he had pancake batter. He turned on an electric griddle and while it heated up, he added the chocolate chips to the mixture.

"Curious? Are you mocking me?" I asked him with a confused face. He placed his bowl down and approached me, I didn't dare to move. He lowered his face to meet mines.

"Listen tiny boo," I scowled at the nickname. "I'm not mocking you."

"It sounds like you're mocking me." He chuckled.

"I wouldn't waste my time mocking you, it's a...way of concern." He straightened his posture. "You really do intrigue me, but I'm not into short girls."

"Short? I'm the same height as Alisa!" I argued.

"Exactly." He clicked his tongue. "Short. So excuse me, if you want breakfast then let me get started."

Wait...did he say he was gonna make breakfast?

"You're making breakfast? You know how to cook?" I was shocked, he didn't look like he knew how to cook. "You're not poisoning it, right?"

"Yes I can cook, and if I poison the food then I can't eat. It's idiotic to do that." He explained. He poured some batter onto the griddle and kept his spatula in hand. "You can wait in the living room if you want."

Ace can cook. What's next? The sky turns green?

I turned to exit the kitchen, but a thought popped into my mind. I raised my pointer finger, turned on my heel and looked at Ace.

"Did you by any chance call the police?" I ask him. He tried his hands on a cloth and turned to me.

"When you were unconscious, I went back to your house, there was no sign of that man." He informed me. "Who was he anyway?"

I took a breath in. "My father."

"Your father?" He seemed shocked. "Your father almost killed you!"

"I know, it's bad." I admitted. He pushed himself away from the counter and came really close to me, really close. "What are you doing?"

"Your biological father?" He asked. I nodded. He lifted up my shirt, I became surprised and jumped back, hitting his hand away.

"What the hell!"

"He did that to you?" He asked, preferring to the bruises trailing down my waist.

"Yeah." I said softly as I lowered my head. "Forget about it, will you?" I turned my back and built up my courage.

"I'll be in the living room." I told him and walked out.

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