Broken In two

Chapter 4

"Lisa!", Lisa! I'm coming! I'm not going to let anything happen to you!" I race home, heart drumming away faster and faster. For 4 years we have been running away from the insane man in which Lisa calls as "father". This man, has ruined the mental and physical state of his daughter knowing that he is the cause he has not done nothing but lay back replaying the actions he did just 4 years ago. Poor Lisa can't even go out without breaking down and having a swirl of fear in her eyes. Helpless as she may be, I'm always there for her and so kept her from the preying eyes of the man who controls how to get through to Lisa, with pain and torture. You would believe that a father figure is a man who thinks highly of his only child with a sense of love and happiness towards her, but trust me, he loves money and power over his own blood. Why he has turned into that madman as he is today, I have no idea. Why go through such extremes with his only daughter, he's last part of family?
As I snap back to reality, I push past the crowd, with no care in the world. My only concern is for the safety of my friend. My palms are sweaty as I near the apartment in which me and Lisa now stay, a deserted area, the way we like it. As slowly as I could, I approach the house being alert by the surroundings, watching for the danger to spring. I cautiously open the door with my apartment key, and step into the thrust hold. I could still see the familiar clothes strewn all over the floor causing a sort of confetti trailing on the floor. On the right of me I could see the pile of dishes wanting to be clean. A give out a sigh of irritation. But suddenly, my eyes bulge with fear and my legs tremble below. I could not hear the usually cry of Lisa in which I constantly hear 24 hours a day. I race to her bedroom only to discover that Lisa is some what missing!
"Lisa! Babes where are you? I need to know where you are! Lisa!" I search frantically everywhere for Lisa, tears streaming down my face causing my eyes to go a shocking red. "Lisa!" I once again call out but only the eerie silence responds back.
Just then, I hear the creak of the door being slowly closed. I clench my fists tight and forcefully wipe away the now flowing tears rolling down my cheeks. They are going to pay for taking Lisa away from me, I will make sure of that. I quickly rummage around for a weapon of some sort and surely I find Lisa's knife laid on her table desk for ultimate protection at night.

Lisa POV
"Today Mathew I will make sure that man suffers" my voice is hardly above a whisper as I am suddenly consumed with the hate and disgust I have for the man that I call father. After 4 years I have shut my self from those closer to me, from Claire and from the whole world isolating my feelings. After the various nightmares that I face everyday from the day I lost my most beloved treasure, I feel that I have to take a stand against that injustice that I face everyday.

10 minutes after Claire left the house, I managed to slip out the house unnoticed. The chill breeze swept away all my fears and gave me a sort of pronoun strength to some how hunt the one that destroyed my life. When leaving the house, the state that I was in was as if I spent the rest of my life in a dumpster. Almost unrecognisable. However, I didn't care.

"Guess what, lord Adrian, is supposedly going to kill his daughter soon." A lady, wearing a long frock with white hair pronounced. "I hope he does, she only brings trouble, so ungrateful for what he does for the world. Who agrees?" As soon as the words escaped her lips, the crowds erupted with applause, condemning and cursing, agreeing to what the woman said no doubt. Because of my drunken state, no one seemed to even consider my existence. They just excused me for some sort of piece of trash that one can throw away.

Let me tell you about lord Adrian, he is the ruler of Russia, brainwashing people that he is making the country a better place. By this he means that killing innocent people just for petty reasons like their religion, race and people who stand against the idea that killing people just for their race and religion is wrong! He is no other that the man I despise, the man I am seeking revenge from......... My father.......