Fixing Sang

Chapter Twenty Three

Sang's P.O.V

My body shakes with the trembling fear coursing through my body. I'm internally pleading for someone to help me. I don't want to know whose footsteps were upon me. The heavy shuffle that stopped right behind me.

The short uneven breaths that I feel flutter the back of my neck. And I don't even attempt to hold in my whimper. I now hug the pole tightly as though it will help me. As though it is my last chance at living.

I squeeze my eyes shut harder together, feeling the pain of a oncoming headache. Then I feel it. The shift in the air bringing a familiar scent to me. And I slightly relax my body.

"Daddy? P-please help me." I say pleasingly. Hoping for once he will stand up for me instead of insult me.

I hear him groan before he speaks in an oddly rough voice.

"Sang, your mothers right here. Your here now to prove your value to this family. With a body as beautiful as yours, we could get so many suitors for you. I'm so glad I've made you lose your weight. Now your perfect. But I can't let anyone else get a tate before me, now can I Sang Bear?"

He finishes he sentence with a soft whisper that makes my stomach churn in repulsion. He can't be saying what I think he is. He may be rude but he's not-

My thoughts get cut off when I feel his mouth land on my shoulder in an unwanted kiss. He makes his way to my face and I can smell old cigarettes on his breath that makes me feel immediately sick to my stomach.

"HELP! SOMEONE, PLE-"

A piece of rough cloth is shoved into my mouth as I tried to scream for help, tasting of old sweat and grime. With a shattered voice that barely rose above my normal voice, I could  hardly count it as a scream. But I couldn't just stay silent and let something this horrible happen to me without a fight.

I feel completely useless as I can't move my body away. I can't even see properly behind me. So I have to rely on my other senses to tell me whats happening.

I hear a rustle of clothing and a quick zip before hearing soft thuds of boots land onto the concrete ground a few feet away. Then I feel the air shift bringing a slight twing of heat right behind me before hands grip my waist in a rough hold.

I try to pull myself forward. Any room away from him would never be enough but I can't just wait for the bad to happen. I may be worthless but I know I'm worth more than this.

Tears streak down my cheeks in floods. I twist and move my arms around the pole, trying for any escape I can manage. But its no use, his grip on my waist tighten into a threat. Nails biting into my skin.

And I couldn't be more thankful the darkness is unipentrinable, hiding the man that I once craved attention from most. Who I wanted to be a true father to me.

My body sags in defeat. I cry as I realize I can't win. All my self taught training is useless. If I truly was broken before than after this I'll be absolutely destroyed. And its my own fault. I should have just stayed with the boys. They treat me better than my own family does.

"Sangy Bear, you look just like Amelia, I promise I won't hurt you as I hurt her." I hear him say beside my ear. Sending a shudder of hate through my body.

I tried jerking my body away again as a last attempt effort. But just as he went to speak again we heard someone make their way down the steps quickly. And the man behind me-i refuse to think this vulgar man as my father-pushes his hand in front of my mouth.

As if the gag wasn't doing the job.

I listen to the steps as they made it to the bottom step and pause only a moment before a light shines onto the wall beside the staircase.

I can't make out any features yet, because my eyes are adjusting to  brightness from the top of the steps and the flashlight. But only moments later, that seemed like the easy part.

Because the overhead lights flipped on with no warning and I flinch from the pain stinging my eyes. I try to soothe the sensation with rapid blinking for a few moments so I can see my next threat, only to adjust just enough to see a shocked faced North. . .