LEXI'S POV:
"Alexandra." It's a voice that I've grown to hate, if I hadn't hated it the first time I'd ever heard it. Like usual, I don't respond.
"You have a visitor." A visitor? What does she mean?
A few moments later, the door opens up again. I still refuse to look up. What is the point? I'm going to get kicked and slapped and punched and cut and beaten to a pulp. There's nothing and nobody that is going to be able to stop it, except for maybe my potential rescuers. But my hope is running thin, and I've started to unintentionally begin to believe all that Melinda said about the my friends and family not coming to my rescue.
"Are you familiar with Oroku Saki?" Those words drop a pit into my stomach.
No.
No, anyone but him.
I don't want him to see me, especially not like this, chained to a wall, bleeding and bruised and barely alive. I can't look up at him, so I can't be sure if he's really here. This could be a sick, cruel joke that she's playing with me to get me to look up—or to give up.
"Look up, Alexandra." I don't respond. "Look your father in the eyes!"
Father. She knows.
How does she know? How does she know that this is my father?
Suddenly, her hand smashes against my forehead, and she lifts my head upwards.
My eyes hit his immediately and before I know it, my vision is blurring. Tears are streaming down my cheeks, and I suddenly can't hear anything but a piercing ringing in my ears. My stomach twists and turns and I find myself retching, but instead of tasting vomit, I taste iron. It's blood. I'm vomiting blood.
"Lexi." I am sure that I'm hallucinating it because the voice is the broken, familiar voice of my father; a voice that I haven't heard in so long. It's not the voice that should match the cold, heartless villain that everyone knows him as.
I don't care if I'm hallucinating.
"Dad," I sob, and my eyes start to blur, almost like I'm going to cry, but I don't think that there's enough water in me to sob in the way that I want to. Still, I can't see anything. "Dad, help me."
Arms wrap around me for a few moments and for the first time since being taken, those arms are not meant to hurt me. I feel safe.
But only for a moment. All of the sudden, there is shouting. Laughing. Shrieking.
And the arms pull away before I black out; before I can even decide if they were ever there in the first place.
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The Rising (final book of The Call series) ~ TMNT Fanfiction
FanfictionA loss of family. A loss of love. A loss of direction & a lot of one's own mind. But because of what hasn't been lost, it goes on.
