Death's Girl

11. Quiet

Nevaeh's POV
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It's been two months since dad died, two months since I tried to drown myself, two months since I've heard from mom, my brothers or Marcus and two months since I've spoken a single word to anyone. Mitchell decided to postpone the wedding until I started back talking and didn't let me go back to school since it would give me an open opportunity to either run away or try hurting myself again but he was decent enough to let me do online school so I still got to graduate on time. I spend most of my time locked in his guest room going insane unless I need to eat or Mitchell decides to drag me out of the room. I'm mid thought when I hear the door open but I don't bother to look and see who it is because it's either a maid to try and coax me into eating or Mitchell trying to threaten me to speak.
"Nevaeh I've had enough of these childish games you either talk to me or I start killing your family one by one," I knew it was too early for the maid to come in today. I stay silent as he makes his way around the bed to the side I'm on like he always does. I look up at him with dead eyes and turn to the other side so I don't have to look at him anymore. I wait for him to get tired of the silence and leave but he doesn't. I can feel him standing over me staring at the top of my head. A few moments go by before I hear the door open and more footsteps enter the room. If this isn't the maid telling me to come eat I'm not moving out of this bed.
"Take her to my office," is all I hear before I'm thrown over a massive shoulder and carried out of the room. Why can't he just let me be? I don't want anything to do with him or his stupid gang. I thought he would have got that after what happened at the park but no he just can't take a hint. When we make it to his office I'm sat down on one of the leather office chairs. I look up and realized that I was carried by the guy that killed my dad. I still don't know his name nor do I care to know. All I can think of is hurting him the same way he hurt me. No mercy. No sympathy. Just pain. Mitchell soon waves his hand to dismiss him leaving us alone in an uncomfortable silence. It's been a while since I've been in here and everything looks exactly the same.
"It's been two months since I've heard that beautiful voice of yours and I'm getting tired of begging you to talk to me. So either you talk or I'll make you talk," he whispers in my ear but much to his dismay I said nothing and shrug my shoulders. He sighs and mumbles something before he makes a phone call and says something about bringing someone to his office. I get a little nervous but I don't show it because the last thing I want is for him to see that he has something over me. When the door opens I immediately run behind Mitchell's desk when I see who it is. Oh God. Please God not this again anything would be better than this. I continue with my silent prayer before I'm brought of of my thoughts.
"Sweetheart don't tell me you aren't happy, I thought a little family reunion would make you happy and get you talking again," Mitchell says letting that sick bastard in. I keep looking back and forth between him and Mitchell not believing the situation I'm in right now. When he fully enters the office he takes the seat I previously occupied before examining me from head to toe.
"Angel aren't you happy to see your dear old uncle? You've grown so much since I last saw you," he asks looking at me with those same lust filled eyes that haunt my very existence.
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hey guys,
I know I'm late on the update but I'm back and I'm better than ever... kinda, but anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter there is plenty more to come and I hope you all can bare with me. I move into my dorm on Sunday so I'll be a bit busy packing and adjusting to the college life. Anyways thank you for reading this book and I hope you all enjoy it. Remember to vote comment and share.