Dark Abyss

Chapter 14: Just Hold Onto Me

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jordin sparks_battlefield

one direction_fool's gold

sleeping with sirens_scene one - james dean and audrey hepburn

the fray_our last days

parachute_the mess i made

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"You stupid son of a bitch!" David's pandemonium thundered deafeningly all across the two-story house as the glass made collision with his skull.

The adrenaline inundated my body while my petrified self hurtled past the front door. Irrefutable anguish coursed through my abdomen where David's feet had struck with great force repeatedly while my cheek bruised with the agony of every blow from his palm. His booming hollers were lunatic screams that echoed across the placid neighborhood as my exhausted feet attempted running. 

I knew him coming to the house after a day gone to the bar would result in aggression. It always does. He stumbles in as if he didn't know balance or like his two legs were jello, slurring and cursing the world for his own regrets. Blames me for being the burden of his life and how it could've been better if he'd never been stupid enough to have gotten with Shelby.

Fighting back doesn't help, it never has and probably never will. My eight year old figure can't fight against David's twenty-five year old muscle - I'll loose. Yet I've grown tired of being the punching bag and if little fists don't do it, a glass vase full of flowers to the head should do the trick.

My two bony legs didn't even make it ten feet before wearily staggering to the ground. I could feel two smooth hands gripping my underarms and rising me to stand on my injured feet without causing more pain.

An angel's face beamed more scintillating then the full moon behind her half-shadowed face. Her blonde hair was pulled into a high pony tail as kind green eyes stared into mine. 

"Here, come with me." David was bound to catch up with me and I knew the consequences of smashing a vase to his skull weren't going to be lovely. So I obeyed the lady in front who wanted to help and followed her into the house next to mine.

She sprinted up the stairs as I stood awkwardly at the entrance door, cradling my arms around myself and in alert. I needed to be in alert. Not trusting anyone after nearly meeting them.

She came back moments later with a blanket in hand and motioning for me to follow her once again. This time she lead me to the kitchen and sat me in a stool. She was rummaging through the cabinets when there was a slow, menacing knock on the front door.

My heart began beating out of my chest as millions of negative thoughts raced across my head. He had found me. He was coming for me.