Unwanted.

Run

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The stairs were creaking under his weight. His footprints were coming closer, and closer. I shut my eyes in fear as I imagined the previous times. My heartbeat picked up rapidly as he came nearer. Speak of the devil and he shall come. I never knew how percise those words were until now. I was sitting in front of the door praying he wasn't in the mood tonight. My small frame was not enough to keep him out. I had moved my drawer in front of the door, and myself in front of my drawer. I realized this wasn't enough to keep him out of my room, but my petite body couldn't handle moving anything else. He kicked the door open and I flew about 5 feet from where I originally was. He stood there with a smirk upon his face. Might as well get this over with... On instinct, I shuffled to stand and bow my head in respect. 

"At least you've learned some manners, unlike your mother." He spat in my face.

I flinched as the thought on my mother penetrated my mind. Her wavy black hair to her piercing baby blue eyes. On cue, a tear escaped the corner of my eye. I cursed myself at my moment of weakness. His menacing laugh echoed the cabin.

"Well now, let's get to the fun part shall we?"

He grabbed me by the hair and dragged my body to the basement. I couldn't scream, couldn't cry, and couldn't make a sound. Whenever I did, he would always make the beating ten times worse. I didn't believe in God; however, I wasn't an atheist either. If he did love me, why was I cursed to live this life? The basement smelled of dried blood. All around the room were, what I called, torture devices. I shut my eyes tightly as he took out the whip. He must be in a good mood if he didn't set the fire. The beatings came one by one, picking up the pace as he went. 

"Now now, this isn't fun if you don't scream. Remember when you were the mere age of 5? Your mother was down here screaming mercy every night. Oh, how I've missed her voice. I was sure you would take after her. But no worries, you will beg for mercy sooner or later."

I grounded my teeth as he talked of her as if she was trash. The thought of her being beaten and raped all came back to me. I felt furious as I remembered the day he chained me up and made me watch as my mother cried out in pain. That memory was engraved into my brain. I can still hear her cries, her shrieks, and most importantly, I heard her dying wish. I opened my eyes and saw red. Blood. I want blood. Suddenly, claws sprouted from my fingernails, sharp cainine teeth took over my mouth as I let out a feral growl.

"Interesting, you shifted fairly quickly. You play a dangerous game kitty. You will be quite the hunt." He smiled deviously at me as he stepped back and looked at me like I was a chess piece to his game. Perhaps I was, but I would never admit it to his face. I stepped back cautiously, interested in what his alterior motive was. One step became two, before you know it I was running towards the city as fast as I could. 

No, I can't stop here. I have to keep going. I must. 

I kept running, I don't know for how long. Once I was out of the city, I took a minor break. It's not enough. I felt like I was near death. I kept running, I could feel it wouldn't take long for him to track me down. That encouraged me enough to keep running as fast as I could. Outside of the city, outside of the country.  When I finally reached an unknown clearing, it was clear to me that I wasn't in Colorado anymore. Hell, I didn't know if I was still in Nightmare Terriority anymore. I quickly surveyed the surroundings and sniffed the air around me. I froze. This can not be happening to me. Not now. It didn't take long before I knew where I was. I was in one of the most feared territories in the country. I blew out a breath I didn't know I was holding. 

The BlueBloods Territory. I'm so screwed. 

Little did I know that 'screwed' was an understatement of what's to come...