The Dark King and his Queen

F O R T Y T W O || I'm fucked, you're fucked

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"Him. That motherfucker. Stupid fool, can't you see how much I love you?"

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Katherine's Pov

It's the same fucking shit every night.

I'd lay in bed staring at the ceiling, afraid to close my eyes because those memories would come back.

I try not to think of them as I finally give into the darkness. Its pitch black, my minds empty and there's nothing but silence.

I feel happy, I feel at peace. But oh, how I was wrong. God. I was so wrong.

He was there. Joey stood in front of me, torturing me once more. He ignores my pleads for him to stop hurting me.

My head was spinning, my body ached. My ears were ringing and all I could see were black and white dots but he didn't stop.

He hit me repeatedly as I sat helplessly strapped to a chair. My legs and arms were covered in blood, the open woods were bleeding. My face covered in scars, my lip was torn in the middle. Blood in my mouth, he leaned down and smiled at me, asking if I'm ready to apologize.

My stubborn ten-year-old self, spat the blood in his face and rubbed my face against my shoulder, wiping the tears.

"Is that all you got you bastard?" I asked him, he was furious and I laughed.

He punched me and continued to injure me but I kept laughing. I laughed until I blacked out and once I awoken, he was gone.

That's when I cried. I screamed for help, I begged to be saved. By anyone and everyone, the pain, I couldn't take it anymore.

I was emotionally and physically drained, I didn't want to die. No, I just wanted the pain to stop.

I wanted to be free, I have forgotten what it was like to feel alive. There are memories of times were I was smiling and laughing, I was care free. But that came to an end so quickly.

My body jerked forward as my eyes shot open, tears forming in my eyes at these thoughts. The memories that continuously reply themselves, reminding me of the life I use to live.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to forget my past. Every time I close my eyes, I see what they've done to me and how they've done it.

From the very first day I was absolutely stubborn, Joey thought he could beat me into submission. I laughed at this thought.

He couldn't make me do what he wanted, everything he told me to do. I refused, I've never listened to his commands. I've always told myself to never give up, don't let him win but unfortunately, I got tired.

I got tired of getting punched, kicked and hit with something for not obeying his rules. My body looked beyond terrifying with all those marks, I looked like a monster.

Not long after that, I turned into a monster. A killing machine. I was nothing but an empty vessel that killed everything at Joey's command.

I picked up my phone and dialed Ashtons number, it was 2:30am. I really shouldn't be calling him at this time but I want to hear his voice and I need to tell him where I am.

"Hello?" Ashton answered, his voice was deep and husky as if he just woke up.

Holy shit, I think I woke him

"Shit, did I wake you?" I asked and he chuckled a little

"Yeah but it's okay, I've always wanted to hear your voice as soon as I woke up. Its like a dream come true," He said the last part sarcastically and I rolled my eyes