Illusions (Enoch O'connor)

Chapter 3; Past

Zaira Pov; 513 years ago

" PAPA STOP IT! PLEASE STOP IT PAPA!" I screamed as I was picked up my hair. My father was beating me senseless. Blood was pooring down my face as I was flung to the floor.
I was absolutely terrified of my father....always have been.

We lived in the middle of the woods. Four miles away from the nearest town and school. Far away from people.

No body to help me.

My father began kicking my stomach repeatedly. " WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT FUCKING WITH MY HEAD! HUH! WHAT THE HELL DID I SAY TO YOU BITCH!"

I tried to answer but everything hurt to bad. I couldn't speak and this made my father even angrier.

" NOW YOU WON'T EVEN ANSWER ME!" He was screaming like a mad man now.

" AMANDA'S DEATH WAS ALL YOU FUCKING FAULT! I WAS TRYING TO KILL YOUR USELESS ASS BUT NO! AMANDA HAD TO TRY AND SAVE HAD TO BE THE HERO LIKE ALWAYS! I HATE YOU ZAIRA!" I could feel my ribs shattering. I could hear my own heart beat. Everything was hitting me like a bag a bricks.

My father wasn't weak. Not at all. My father had muscles on top of muscles. Now he was kicking me like a damn soccer ball.
He stopped kicking me and grabbed my arm forcing me to stand. He cocked back his arm and punch me as hard as he could.

I fell to the floor with a thud. My breathing became un even as I coughed up blood.

It was already late at night, and the sub freezing temperatures and six inches of snow weren't helping my case. Why did my dad have to be such a dick during the coldest day in December?

It felt like I was being hit by a train as I turned to lay on my back.

" YOUR A FUCKING WITCH! YOU DANM WHORE!" Just as he was about to kick me again he was shoved to the floor.

Who ever did that thank the lord.

" What the hell are you doing!?" The unknown voice hollard at my father.
My dad was fuming at the unknow guy.
" I was killing the useless waist of space living in my house!" He screamed.

This seemed to make the unknown guy even angrier, " I don't give two fucks what your doing you don't hit girls! So fuck off!"
My dad launched himself at the guy, next thing I know they're tumbling through the yard.

By now it was hard to keep my eyes open. Every time I moved it felt like my bones were being grinded into dust. This was the worst pain I've ever felt in my life.

I finally shut my eyes letting the darkness cover me like a blanket.

Seconds later I could feel something being slipped on over my shoulders. I felt my body being lifted.
Whatever it was, was defiantly warm so I quickly snuggled closer.

I felt a hand bush hair out of my face.

" Don't you worry Princess. I'm here now, and nothing will ever hurt you again. Not while there is blood in my veins and a heart pumping in my chest. Your safe."
The voice was soothing me in so many ways I didn't know possible.

Maybe because the his Promise sounded Sincere, or that he saved me from the monster I call father, but either way...I was so much more than thankful.
He saved me. If he hadn't come along my father would have beaten me to death.

Hours later;

My eyes finally began opening after what felt like ages. I looked around the unfamiliar setting. There were tall walls and paintings littered around the room.
The bed was soft and plush as I suck in a much needed breath. Pained surged through me making we gasp as I cluch my side.
Tears pricked at my eyes. Threatening to spill at any moment.

What happened after I passed out? Why was I here? Where was here?

My mind was screaming and running a hundred miles a minute as I tried to remember what happened the night before.

I looke down at myself to see I'm wearing a thick leather jacket. There was bandageing wrapping around by waist, blood staining the center as if I was shot.

A vary loud groan left my lips was I leaned back.

The door the the room finally opened.

There was a boy around my age, maybe older looking at me nervously. He stepped in and shut the door, smiling at me as he sat in the chair next to me.

" Hello. I'm the one who found you last night. Do you remember anything love?" He ask with a sweet, caring voice I wasn't used to hearing.

I look at him. His eyes were blue.

I don't know why that mattered to me but it was the first thing I noticed. His eyes were blue.

" I-I don't remember much. I remember arguing with my Father...I remember getting thrown to the ground and everything being blurry. A guy was fighting with my dad then I passed out." I recape the best I could.

It seemed to please the boy in front of me because he smirk, " Well Miss the guy who fought with your dick head dad was me. I also let you use my jacket, you were freezing out there."

I smile at him and nod.

" Thank you...."

He stood up and walked towards the door. Stopping once it was opened.

" My names Riddian, Love."

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Hey guys! This was merely a filler and that is why it is short! But I do hope you enjoyed it!
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