Katana's Revenge

Wrong Place To Be

Song: Crawling by Linkin Park

Author's Note: This chapter is brutal and heartbreaking. I totally understand if you skip over it. This is the part that I was dreaming and woke up to. I know I have the weirdest messed up dreams ever. Most of my books are based on parts of dreams and I add to them to make them to what they are...so here it goes...remember life is not all about gumdrops and rainbows...sometimes darkness surrounds us and sucks us into another world.

I'm afraid to look up. Afraid to see him looking at me with those craving haunting eyes. My mind flashes back to all the times that my dad had taught me about self defense and to never give up. I know I will not go down easily I will do what I have to do to survive whatever this is.

The click of the door tells me that I made a mistake; I should have never walked into this house to begin with. I should have set the boy down and go. Why do I care if he cries? Why do I always try to please those around me? Why couldn't my friends come in with me?

I take a deep breath and turn to look at him. He has already slipped his belt from the loops of his jeans; he is already unbuttoning them along with the zipper.

"Mr. Harper, I should be going now, my friends are waiting for me," I tell him in a firm voice trying to be strong and not let my voice break from being scared.

"Now...little girl...you come up in here and wearing that makes a guy hurt. You can't be teasing me like that."

I glance down at my cheer uniform.  "Mr. Harper it's a cheer outfit...I...I'm not trying to tease you. Look I really should be going." I start to walk forward and he steps in my way blocking me from leaving. I feel my heart rate start to pick up. "My friends are waiting for me," I tell him again as a lump forms in the bottom of my throat and catches on the last part.

"They can wait." He reaches up and touches a strand of my hair making vomit rise in my throat. "So soft...so clean...my god you smell good," he moans as he steps into me to smell my hair. I back away with a turn of my head. I want him to get the hell away from me.

"Mr. Harper...I'm warning you step the hell away from me...let me leave." I don't let my voice crack but it falters more towards the end again. I see it in his eyes, pure evil.

His eyes go wide and he laughs, "You warning me; how about this I will give you a little warning. You make that boy wake up and I will make sure you never see another day. Now you are going to be a good girl and you are going to do what I tell you."

I turn to glance at the toddler sound asleep in his bed as his hands come up around my neck and he pulls me closer into him. I can smell the reek of alcohol and smoke on his breath and I almost vomit all over him.

I will not go down without a fight that is for sure. I spit in his face and then push him as hard as I can away from me. I get past him and his hand jerks me back. Forcing me onto the bed next to the bed that the little boy is sleeping in. His belt comes around my neck and he tightens it as tight as he can, which causes me to gasp for air. I am clawing at the belt and at my neck trying to get enough air to breath.

There is a knock at the door and I hear Anthony. "Dad...what are you doing? Do you have any idea who she is? Dad..." He sounds worried as he bangs in the door again.

"Son go away this doesn't concern you," he slurs.

"But dad...she is Harlow's daughter. Do you really want to do this?"

I look up at him and he is looking down at me with a shit eating grin. His teeth are stained yellow; some are decaying of what teeth he does have because a few are missing. I see the look in his eyes. I look towards the door and he jerks my face back to look at him with his callused rough hands.