Dulce

Chappy 10

Ow.

Why am I tied up?

Shit. I was kidnapped again.

I hate this shit. It always happens to me. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. Shit. I know this place.

Others call it the basement.

My parents call it the hole.

I call it hell.

I close my eyes when I hear the door open, in a futile attempt to avoid the pain coming. The pain that I'm used to feeling.

Footsteps becoming louder evoke the fear I'm trying to forget about, that I'm trying to shove deep down.

"Macelyn"

Fuck. The worst voice to hear when you're in this chair. My mom.

I open my eyes, "Hey Addison"

"I'm YoUr MOtheR!" At least that's what it sounded like, I know she isn't talking to me. "Hello mother."
I said emotionlessly. "That's better Mace, I wouldn't want to have to call Daddy down here would I?" I flinch, knowing she's a better option than him. Anyone but him. She laughs, kind of minachally, but she doesn't have that effect quite yet. Since all I see her as is a dumb bitch who follows my father like a puppy.

Oop. I missed her walking away, annnddd she's back, with a whip.

She rips my shirt off, for better contact i like to think. She raises the whip above her head and cracks it down again and again. I keep the pain off of my face and make no sound, because all that will do is add insults to her assault. She's fucked up like that.

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It goes on for hours, she keeps switching up weapons, she carved 'Mommy's Girl' into my back, because she likes to think I can actually stand her. Then she walks away. Up the stairs. Into her home. She'll act like nothing happened after she showers, then Greg will come down here and continue tomorrow, adding onto whatever she tells him when they sit down for dinner. And they'll eat. Over me, acting like I don't exist, until they come back down. Just like they always do. And always will.

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I don't know what I ever did. It just started, and probably will never end.

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I wake up and shake it off, I'm not going back. Not to him, not to that place, and certainly not to that girl. I was weak. And now I'm not.

I head to the gym. And work.

To never be her, and most importantly, so I can finally kill him. And be free.

I'm sure that by noe Teddy knows he can't stop me, and that's why when he sees me in the gym, probably at hour 3, he lets me.

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Shit. I look at the clock. Time to go get ready for school.

Simple and ready to go.

Eat. That's next.

I eat. And get in the car. Nobody talks. It's better to not when I'm like this. Silence. That's what I need.

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I robotically go through my day. Class to class. Eyes glazed over. It must look like I'm high, but I'm not.

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School's over and I'm staring at the classroom wall, not caring that the bell rang.

Tick Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

TICK.

TOCK.

Over and over.

The world is turning, but I am at a standstill. Not moving, barely breathing. Am I breathing?

In. out.

In.

Out.

IN.

OUT.

Over and over. In and out. Breathing. Living. But not LIVING.

Sad. Scared. Mad. Angry. Furious. I'm furious. But alone. Scared and furious but alone.

Just like I used to be. When I was her. When I was little meek Macelyn Addison Carem.

I stand up. No. I won't. I leave the room, much to the relief of my business teacher.

an: i know 3 in 3 days. shocker. I'm sad so I updated to be happy. I need to see my therapist.