Taken into the Unknown (Complete)

Lying in Blood

Once again...even though I said I wouldn't...I uploaded again.

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“Your heartlessness probably killed her. There’s no way she would have loved someone like you. Just look at yourself! You kidnap innocent women, you’re a cruel bastard! You barely have an ounce of kindness or care in you! She probably felt bad for you. Even if she were alive today, do you think she would like what you are? I bet she just used you and went behind your back like a whore and slept around with all your friends, especially Bax,” I spat mindlessly. I didn’t care about what I was saying. I just felt ticked off for no reason in particular. Thinking about everything bad that had happened to me just made me angry, and seeing Damon drunk like my father just continued to set me on edge.

The next thing I knew, I was thrown against the wall, the sudden movement taking my breath away, rendering me unable to breathe. Damon’s hand was wrapped dangerously tight around my neck, not helping with my respiration issue. His eyes were narrowed slits, filled with pure anger and hatred. The veins that wrapped around his muscles were clearly visible with his hand flexed.

CHAPTER 24

“Take it back, NOW!” He demanded, slamming me against the wall again. My eyes involuntarily began to widen and water as my body went into panic mode. I COULDN’T BREATHE! I WAS GOING TO DIE!  The pain from my spine, shoulders, and insides was unbearable. I thrashed around,  grabbed at his wrists, trying to get him to loosen up, but he didn’t budge. His grip was too strong. I couldn’t even speak a word to snap him out of it.

“You don’t know anything about her! She was an angel! Take it back, and don’t you dare insult her again.” I hung there against the wall as the seconds ticked by, unable to move, unable to make a sound, and unable to take back what I said about Chloe, but Damon didn’t realize what he was doing to me. He was far too drunk. The hard palm of his free hand slapped me across the face. “ANSWER ME!”

My father stumbled into the kitchen a half-empty, large bottle of , vodka in his hand, falling into everything, using walls, countertops, and other objects to try and keep himself straight. When he caught sight of me, he froze which made me freeze out of anxiety of what would happen next. Unexpectedly, he fell to the floor and began to weep uncontrollably.

“Nicole!” he sobbed happily. “My love, you came back to me! Oh Nicole! Thank god it was just a bad dream. It was all just a nightmare. Thank the heavens! Thank everything that’s good! Oh Nicole, I love you so much.” 

Uncertain of what was going on, I continued to stand back, squeezed into the corner where two countertops met. As he continued to weep at no end, I came closer to him, concerned he was having some sort of breakdown, or going crazy. When I was only a few feet away, he realized that I wasn’t my mother. His face slowly crumbled, changing from relief, happiness to despair then disgust and hatred.

A low growl came out of him as he stood up, quickly catching me off guard, grabbed me by the neck and slammed me against the cupboards.  

“I hate you!” my father snarled at me. “I hate how you walk around, flaunting her face around me, reminding me of her. You don’t deserve to look like her.” He scratched at my face, making me cry out with what little breath I had. “You’re a sad excuse for a daughter. She died because of you! You killed your own mother! How does that make you feel you little bitch! She gave you everything and THIS is how you repay her!” he yelled, spitting in my face and squeezing my neck impossibly tighter. “You should have died. I’ll make you regret it every day of your life.”