You don't control me, Dixon

➊ 18: Dreams Are Fickle Beasts

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I walk to the door to my room and look at the calendar fully knowing what day it is, the 28th. 'Party day'.

I quickly dress in exercise shorts, a sports bra, and a loose tank top. I open the door and keep my eyes trained on the floor. Dad doesn't like it when I look him in the eyes.

I hear the door open and my father greets the man happily, I guess it the doctor.

He pays the most next to the man in the suit who buys a new whip every month 'just for his little girl'.

The man that insists for me to call him 'daddy' despite already have having one is extremely creepy, he describes all the things he wants to do to me once I get older and I find it all disgusting. I don't think the human body works like that.

But suit man says that when I get older my dad wants to sell 'it' however I don't know what he means, I've looked it up but I haven't found anything but hotlines for abuse. If dad ever found out that I looked one up, well let's just say that he would bring hell upon me.

I turn the corner and the doctor spots me, he smiles a wide smile and brings out a happy meal from McDonald's. I force a smile and take it as he moves me to the table. He brings out the food and goes to wash his hands before he sticks me with needles.

As he comes back I push my uneaten food away and curl into a ball, hiding my arms that have bruises and scars from either the needles and the doctor, my dad's anger getting ahead of himself, or my dads 'clients'.

"Lucy, I ken that ye dinne like it but hopefully this is marken a joyous day, today will show if ye have been a success. If so, I have important things to tell ye bout the future."

I look up from my shag of hair and push it out of my face. What does he mean? I do like his accent, it seems Scottish. Well from what videos I've seen online.

"Sir?" I ask in a high voice, not gone through what I've read as puberty, he turns his head at me as he readies his needles, one for pain and the other the mystery liquid that burns what seems like hell into me.

"Aye, lass?" The doctor answers as he gives me an assuring look.

Although whatever he gives me hurts, he was never unkind to me. If anything its what I've read online as fatherly. He comforts me through each injection.

"Sir doctor, may I know your name?" I ask looking back at my father who gives me an angry glare and stomps forward and slaps me as he growls "I thought I told you not to look at me in the eye you stupid Bitch."

I flinch at the words he utters and look back at my hands as I pull at my fingers.

The doctor nudges my now red face up to look at him as he whispers "I'll tell ye if its a success, alright. Okay, now, lass. Eat. This one will be the most painful from what I've seen."

I nod as I crack a smile at the man as I scarf the food down. I've been locked in my room for a few days so I'm starving.

Well, extremely hungry, death ensues from hunger without a steady stream around 10 to 14 days, however with water, as I have, it may have 30 to 40.

"Lucy, its time" I look up from my chicken nuggets and shove the rest in my mouth making the doctor laugh and grab my hand.

I swallow and look at the young man. He was very handsome with his fiery red hair that was shorter on the sides with it gelled back from his face.