childhood memories

Chapter 9

"WHAT. THE. FUCK...GARROTH!"
I froze up.
No...no,no,no,no
The air went quiet, though was as thick as gas.
Turning round slightly I noticed my excruciatingly tall father glaring from the small porch, looking amongst the wave of children that overflowed the yard.
"I leave you alone for how long?! and look at what you've done!"
My face grew a heavy red though I dared not talk back.
"Get out! The lot of you! Go on, scram!"
He snarled devilishly, Aph's uneasy nerves making her flee away to the front yard, soon followed by the rest.
However, all but Laurence left, his eyes momentarily glaring down my father from the gate.
Vylad was hiding behind the shed, peeping slightly around the corner.
Zane was ducked into his hoodie, watching while hugging his sketchbook.
And as soon as our new...friends left his eyes darted at my tearing ones, scarring them as I merely began crying.
Why did he have to do that, why?!
"Heh, crying?! Are you seriously crying?!"
He scoffed, coming at me from the porch as I cowered against the fence, wiping my eyes.
However the tears kept of flooding from my tear ducts, my pupils shivering at the sight of my father stood up over me.
"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Alright, I know I shouldn't have, I'm sorry!"
I screamed as he gripped my hair, forcing me up onto my tiptoes.
Zack had gotten up, staggering further away.
"P-Please dad, please, i-i'll make it up to you, I promise! I-I'll pay you, do more chores, get a job!"
There was no stopping him, his firm grasp dragging me forward and back into the house.
My trainers skidded in the desperate attempts to break free, my pleads being choked out as he extended a hand to the basement door and pulled me down.
His nails dug in, my jacket falling off midway through the struggle of being pulled down a set of cold, concrete stairs, a steel door now in sight.
My eyes burned.
"Dad! Stop! I don't like it in there! Please!"
I kicked and screamed, biting down on his wrist.
"Ack! Bitch!"
I bit down harder, daring to pierce his skin at my boiling fright, utter pleasure sinking into my adrenaline.
I had no plans of releasing, grating my teeth while he grunted and pulled on my hair, trying to get me off from his veins.
I eyed up the stairs and glared.
Sure he'd eventually get me, but maybe the belt would be more appropriate.
...
I went for it, releasing my bite before propelling myself up the stairs, all fours to begin with.
The best way I could explain it would be pouncing, accelerating with each leap.
However, mid-stride his hand entwined around my ankle, my hands missing the expected step and causing my chin to snack into the stair.
Biting my tongue in the process I spat up the blood, coughing before being yanked down the remaining steps.
My teeth rattled upon the increasing impact of the ground, my jaw trembling as I finally reached the painful bottom.
He unlocked the door with much more ease now, tossing the key back into his zipped up pocket before throwing me through.
The icey air waved over me faster than a swift breeze, momentarily traumatizing my tender lungs into a fit of gasps.
"Now you stay down here and think about what you've done!"
He sneered, sucking slightly on my bite mark before slamming the iced over door shut.
This wasn't the traditional cellar where beer and liquor is stored... instead raw meat could be stored here, within a walk in freezer and butcher shop.
Apparently buying raw, frozen food is less expensive than readymade meats and could last longer.
There was a separate room straight forward from the main entrance sealed shut with another steel door...only it was less...how do I say this... strong?
I could kick it down within 10 minutes I'd say...but why would I want to do that? It's like a butchers shop in there, blades and saws...urgh.
Gives me shudders talking about it.
I'd been in there once or twice to see this first hand just so you know, there's a long table in the centre of the room with straps on each side to hold the frozen carcass in place while sawing.
Staggering slightly, I spat up yet another build up of blood and saliva, sneering.
"You...you ass! You! This isn't right! You're sick y'know that!?"
I screamed, managing to get to my feet.
"You hear me dad!? You're a sad, lonesome man that will never be loved! Not again! Not by me, or my brothers, not even mom! Die! Die! DIE!"
Slamming my fist against the door I sobbed openly.
There was no chance he could hear me, this room was sealed shut, soundproof...even if someone was to hear me it'd be VERY, VERY quiet muffles.
"Are you happy?! Huh?! Happy that you ruined my chances at this godforsaken town?? To make friends?! Or have my brothers away from you?!"
I dropped to my knees, crying loudly with my head against the door.
I needed to slow down my breathing, but how could I, how?! He pushed it too far yet again!
The frost felt nonexistent, freezing my skin numb while tears continuously dripped to the ground, soon turning to ice.
"H-Hmph"
I took refuge in the corner, finding warmth within my own breaths while finally maintaining my gasping hiccups to a minimum.
"W-What did I do wrong?"
I whimpered, gripping my hair tighly.
Why...why does he want to make my life a living hell?!