TAZANNA

Chapter 17

Panic.

All I felt was sheer panic and an overwhelming sense of doom.

What was that suppose to mean?

With a blink of an eye he was gone as soon as the sound of the front door opening echoed around the building. The building I begged to just come crumbling down on me.

'Honey I'm home!' I heard my mom sang out from the confines of my wall. I, however, didn't bother to give a reply. We all know by now that I am not the honey that she seeks. I'm more of the flower that smells of rotten meat. Nothing but a pungent disturbance to her life.

'Here I am my love.'

His voice did nothing but to bring a whole swamp of bile to my mouth. My love he said in the sweetest of voices. The same words he called me when he tortured my soul. How can she not see what I see. What am I saying? Of course she sees.

She sees all the pain I have been through. She knows he has done evil heart breaking things to me. All the burns, the bruises. Does she care? No, she couldn't care less about me. The murderer who brutally killed their own twin.

'How was work my love?'

'Quite splendid actually.'

'Really how about a reward my dear.'

I, with all my heart, hated that word. Reward. I used to get lots of reward when he was around everyday. A beating there, a cigarette burn there. An iron to the head , a pole to the gut and a fist for an eye. I wore frames of black like it was the new fashion trend. Not to mention the bold red bloody lips to rock the look. What did I do to deserve it. Nothing. Well to me at least.

I could hear footsteps making their way up the stairs and articles falling piece by piece.

Mom slammed into my bedroom door frightening me out of my thoughts. She giggled in respond to father's whispers and I knew what that meant. That they would go no further than their current destination.

On the other side of my closed bedroom door I could hear sounds. Sounds that I never wished to ever hear coming from my mother's mouth. Why I even call her mom beats me. She's really nothing but a baby pusher.The sounds increased and they weren't going anywhere. Rewards were always abuse for me but I always knew what it meant for her.

'Right there.'

I suddenly started to feel violated as I clutched my sensitive ears in hopes of blocking out her moans.

How could she even get busy with such a vile creature. The door started shaking as their so called love increased. My breathing got laboured as I struggled to breathe as the room felt smaller and smaller.

'Oh yes!'

That was the last straw and I could take it no more. The feeling of flight took over and I have never wanted to run as much as I did then. I flung the window open ,the cold night air quickly embracing me. The moon shone down with pity and the stars glisten mocking my existence compared to their prefect beauty.

Without a care in the world I stepped unto the window ledge and jumped landing on my feet. I took of running not having the strength to question my perfect landing from two stories.

I race towards the woods totally forgetting Tike. The woods always brought a sense of calm and relaxation that I long for. I ran and ran and ran some more getting deeper and deeper into the forest. Tears streamed down my cheeks but I didn't care.

I don't care about my life for I barely have any. I don't care about the ache in my legs for I welcomed the pain. I don't care that I don't know how to find my way out because I don't wish to go back. I don't care about it all for no one surely cares for me.

Skidding in the mud I heard the sounds of howls in the distance.

Just prefect, maybe they'll eat me and put me out of my misery.

I turned away from their sounds running in the opposite direction. I might be willing to get eaten to end it all but I sure as hell won't just go up to them and ask them to eat me. If they catch me however, then sure, go right ahead mr. wolfe sir. For now though, I'll just run in the opposite direction.

Right mind?

Right.

Glad we agree.

Taking a sharp turn I came face to face with piercing blue eyes and black fur. Screaming I took another sharp turn sliding and clutching wildly at the air, falling over a cliff.

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Well what better time to kill the main character. Am I right or am I right?