seven
320 Words
Angel POV
STEADILY I ROCK, back and forth. Back and forth.
Back and forth.
My breath comes out in harsh pants, as I try to keep the memories at bay.
You know your mother doesn't care...
"No!" I scream.
He just keeps popping up every where. I have to get back to my daughter.
I can't...
"Hush," he hisses, "believe me, I can make it worse,"
"Get out of my head! You don't belong here!"
I hear his sadistic chuckle.
"I killed you!"
His demonic laughter sounds in my head.
"Oh darling. You can never kill me. I. Will. Haunt you. Till the day. You. Die."
"No," I chant. "No no no no no!"
"Yes yes yes," he mocks. "How is my gorgeous daughter?"
He smirks, sending chills down my spine. "She looks just like her mother I hear. Maybe she'll be submissive to me too—"
"She is not your child. You will never touch her!"
"Didn't you say that the first time I took you?"
"I seem to recall you did. Let's play it back shall we?"
"No!" I lift my gun to my head.
"I'll do it. I swear I will!"
He laughs at me, disbelievingly. "And I'm supposed to care? Is that supposed to hurt me?"
"You don't have control over me anymore,"
"Darling I beg to differ. As long as you allow me into your mind; I will always control you,"
He pushed pushes me down, holds me. I struggle, fought so hard but he over powers overpowered me. Ripping ripped at the frabric. I scream screamed for help. He slapped me, slapping me roughly, and keeps ripping.
I scream once more screamed, too late. He's taken he took way he wanted.
I'm trembling. I can't discern now and then. I don't know if I'm a flashback or if he's here.
I feel felt his hand on me
"God! Help me!"
Help me please.
Please.
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