The Untold (ON HOLD)

Chapter Twelve: You're not gay?

⚠️WARNING: scene of abuse and violence might be triggering to some readers.
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Loren Johnson

I ran up the stairs in a hurry, almost tripped once or twice, I don't know, I wasn't thinking straight. Then, I heard the voice that I dreaded the most.

"Ohh so you wanna play side and seek?" He chuckled drunkenly, "Alright, Ella, hide well!"

Ella was my mother. She passed away last month. I won't say I've recovered completely from the impact of her absence. But dad was another story, he still didn't want to accept it. So he drowned himself in cheap quality bottles of alcohol and that's pretty much the biggest waste of our money, we were going broke because of it.

It saddened me, because when he's not drunk, he's normal, he's a great father.

Although he was saying such innocent and childlike things, his voice still had this threatening undertone to it, and it sent chills down my spine.

I was horrified of him whenever he was in this state. He wasn't himself. He calls me by my mom's name for fuck's sake, it's traumatizing.

I continued to walk down the hallway to get to my room, fastening my pace when I heard footsteps right behind me.

"Dad you're drunk, I'm Loren, not Ella, please leave me alone!" I said in a small and panicky voice, not turning to face him. I knew what was coming next.

As I was reaching for the doorknob, he caught my wrist tightly, and turning me so I was face to face with him.

A flash of realization hit him and he only tightened his grip on me making me wince in pain.

"That's right...you're not her...you're the reason she's not here!" He grabbed my hair and pushed me to the ground.

A pathetic scream left my throat, I was in pain.

I tried to get back up but he stopped me with his foot. "Oh you're not going anywhere..." He mocked my miserable state.

"Dad! Please stop it wasn't my fault!"

Quite the opposite actually, I had nothing to do with her death. They were both in a car accident, and he was driving.

But my pleads fell on death ears, and a hard kick landed on my lower abdomen.

He put his hand under my chin and harshly lifted my head upward to meet his eyes. They were dark and mercilessly. "You're gonna shut that pretty mouth of yours and let me do what I gotta do hmm?" He commanded, while his palm came in contact with my right cheek, leaving a stinging red mark on there.

I tried crawling away from him on the floor, but to no avail. He grabbed hold of my arms and dragged me into a corner of the hallway.

"Stand up."

I had no choice but to oblige. He came closer to my face, our noses almost touching, then he tilted my head to the side with force and pressed his lips to my ear.

"Mmm such a good girl...doing whatever daddy tells her to." He hummed, his hand going through my hair. "Now that I found you, we can go search for Ella, you know where she is, don't you?" He almost whispered, his breath toxic.

"N-no I don't kn-"

"YES YOU DO!!" He slammed his fist on the wall, right next to my face, making me flinch.

"You took her away from me! You took my Ella away from me..."

It wasn't until I saw the tears in his eyes, that I noticed my own, streaming down my face, staining my cheeks.