A/n: sorry for not updating at all ive had a busy/ rough couple of weeks. ive been at camp and i could hardly write at all since i got home late. I went to cape cod for a weekend too so i didn't have any time, sorry guys. Now that i'm home you can expect updates!
Grace- Sliding on my jean shorts a small cry leaves my lips, a sudden pain emerging inside my stomach. Standing frozen in place as i wait for the pain to decrease, i let my eyes wander over the room. Family photos from centuries ago lie shattered across the room, the used to be perfect white walls were completely covered in stains of the unknown, and the stench from the dead animals my dad had collected over the years rafted throughout the room. He used to bring the bodies to the laboratory for testing, but after my mother died he promised his drunken ass that he would never let any dead living being leave this house. He wouldn't let anyone die outside of his sight again. While making this promise to himself, he wrote our family a check for debt. In just a month there was no money for us, and i had to stop eating for 2 weeks just so we could pay the bills. That's when i had to find a partime job at mcdonalds while keeping up with school. My life turned out to be a living hell, and my mom just went away for a lifes vacation in heaven. As my anger started to boil up, i took a deep breath and decided to distract myself. I look around the room trying to find some places where the tidiness of my mother could be seen, only to notice my drunken father lying naked on the bed. How one man could do what he had done with his life i didn't know. Everything was ruined after my mother died, everything. A once succesful man with a happy family, leading a life some wished they had, turned into a man with a life that people were frightened to ever have. Our family was torn apart and destroyed, age old friends seemed to disappear out of our lives, and the father i once knew turned to the dark side. Scowling as i felt an intense urge to puke, i let my thoughts run through my head. Not my best idea. "He did this to you- why don't you do something even more destructive back?" "You deserved it, your a bitch anyways." "Slut, your going to rot in hell for this." "Save yourself, do it for your mother." As i felt the disgusting taste of vomit fill my throat the thoughts ran through my head faster. "Why don't you just kill yourself? It'll be easier for you anyways." "I hope you get pregnant whore!" "You hate him, why do you care what he does?" "Find the good in all of this, you will be saved!" As the puke finally exited out of my system i felt the hot steamy tears run down my cheeks. "I just want it to end!" i scream while i slowly back away from the sight of the room. My life was falling apart right in front of my eyes, and i couldn't handle it. "'Mommy, mommy help!" I cried as i rocked myself back and forth. I was going deeper into insanity as the minutes ticked on. My body trembles and shakes as all the horrible memories come flooding through my head, each passing one making me cry even harder. "Its okay sweet heart." A deep raspy voice whispers in my ear. I look up slowly, horror coursing through my veins, to meet the eyes of my father- who's appearance resembled a man from many years ago. With a freshly shaved face and a smell of mint cologne, i remembered him. I remembered all of the laughs and smiles we shared only 4 years ago, all of the fun we had while my mother was alive. I had to be the strong one in the family for a year, before my father fell apart and brought me down with him. I was stuck with him, my only contact with the outside world being through my social media networks. Especially my youtube. Seeing him as the strong father who always had my back when i needed him, I fell into his arms sobbing. "Your back daddy." I laughed while i buried my face in his chest. A few tears continued to stream down my cheeks, but most of the pain had gone away. Now that my father back, i was happy again. He smiled at me with crinkles in his eyes, the face bringing back so many memories i was actually smiling. Something i had not done in many years. His eyes turned down after a few minutes of silence, and a tear ran down his cheek before he looked back up to me. "Daddy? Daddy don't cry." i moved towards him, and allowed myself to wipe away the tears falling down his face. "I'm sorry baby, i'm so sorry." "Its okay dad, everything is going to be better now." He met eye contact with me before sighing and nodding his head. "Almost baby girl, but not yet." I held onto his hand as he started to back away from me, everything suddenly starting to go wrong. "Dad?" He stood up and i watched as his body seemed to fade. "Daddy no! What about your promise? You said you'd be here! i just got you back! Why don't you love me? Come back!" And than without a single i love you or goodbye, he was gone. Everything became memories again. The man i loved was gone again, his love turned back to hatred. My father was back to his drunken self, and he was angry. With only hatred in his eyes, his hand came down on me. Letting out a scream i ducked his hand and sprinted out of the room. "What the fuck are you doing grace? Get back here for a round two!" he laughed while screaming at me. He was fast, right on my tail, but he was very clumsy. Falling into objects easily able to be dodged, i could see that he was slowly losing me. i could actually win this time. He wouldn't be able to catch me. As i reach the front door i grab my phone and run out of the house for the first time in 3 years. The fresh air hits me straight in the face, causing me to double back. I look around at my new surroundings, the area seeming to have changed in just a small 3 years. A flood of memories pass my mind, but i knew i would have to remember them later. right now, i needed to run. Glancing back i catch my father run out of the house. "this is it." i thought to myself as i take a running start. Getting faster by the second, I gasp as i run as quick as ive ever had. Counting up to the 18th block i finally stop, my lungs dying for air. after a minute, it finally hits me. i was free. i wasn't stuck with the monster anymore. but I knew he wasn't far behind, so i took my phone and scrolled through the contacts quickly. i needed to leave him, and the closer he got to me, the quicker my freedom vanished. Hearing the drunken shouts of my father within 50 mile radius, i dial the numbers of the one youtuber i know who would help me right now. "hello?" "hey it's me." "grace?" "yeah." "what's up?" "nash, i need your help."
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Captive ☆ ( A magcon fanfic)
Fanfiction"How can you look up to family when they'll spit right back at you?" ~Sierra. "How do i keep moving forward when everything keeps pushing me back to where i began?" ~Savanah "Why do i bother to keep li...
