My HRT

My HRT-Chapter 1

Hi :) It took me a while to type this up, becuase i suck at typing! But i have all the way to Chapter 6 writted on papaer, i just need to type it :) that may take a while! Please give constructive critisizim if you can and check spelling and grammar! Im not the best at that!

Thanks,

Alyssa <3

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CHAPTER 1

I ran away from the music, away from Him. I knew that He would kill me later. Out of my room to get something sweet and I had snuck into the party room to get some ice cream when He had bumped into me and yep! I dropped my ice cream on his suit ruining his “beautiful” new suit. The ugly tie and matching dress shoes had been striped by my napoleon ice cream. I hoped He wouldn’t beat me too harshly, I didn’t want too many bruises or cuts for the last day of school, plus He would probably be too drunk to do so, but trepidation crept into my thoughts, He could be even more severe for that.

In my haste to get away I hadn’t even noticed where I was going, I skirted around a corner and was faced with a long hallway. It was a hallway that was, once upon a time, beautiful; but now was plastered with a picture of five people over and over again, they where all in ornate frames, some small, some larger than life.

The five people looked like they where happy.

There was an arrogant looking man that was tall with haughty features and a pointed face topped with professionally trimmed dark hair. Everything in the photo seemed to be revolving around him, the tautness in his jaw suggested violence, the violence I feared. He had his broad hands onto the shoulders of what could easily be his sons. They had paler hair than him and fairer skin, but they has the same pointed faces, perhaps rounded with baby fat at the time; they where exactly the same and probably could not be told apart in person either. Their identical faces even had the same mischievous gleams in their eyes.

The next person was the only one sitting down, the ornately backed chair barely visible in the crowd of bodies. It was a woman that was slender and beautiful, or at least beautiful to me, her features were softer than the mans, and her hair hung like delicate curtains around her face, cascading down her shoulders, complimenting the lavender dress she was wearing.

Kneeling in the front was a young girl, maybe four or five, that had her face viciously marred out of every single picture. Burned, cut, markered and slashed out of every picture, was me. I felt a kind of sick gut wrenching feeling and ran as the people stared down at me with vacant sweetness.

“Ooff!” I fell with a muffled crash and just sat there for a second, feeling the sting on my knees of rug burn. When I opened my eyes I saw two pairs of black and plum shoes tapping their feet impatiently. That was followed by plum pants and matching jackets. The twins where staring down at me amused; their eyes twinkled with malicious laughter.

I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach, I was done, finished. They had caught me before I could reach the sanctum of my room surely I was to be beaten. A trill of fear made me shiver as they kneeled down to my level, eyebrows raised in unison, mocking me.

“So, who left their house without permission?” they taunted, “lets bring you back.” I felt my blood boil, they couldn’t just hit me; they had to taunt me.

“I can find my way back” I spat, attempting to get up off the floor. They pushed me down.

“No really” they chimed in unison “We really should escort you home!” They grinned evilly at each other and grabbed my legs and arms pulled me along. I kicked, I screamed, I cursed and all it did was annoy them. Noah, or Will, whichever, he put his hand over my mouth and nose, cutting of all air circulation. I felt hollow, like I was about to suffocate, and die.