Alexzander

EDITED Time and time again, it's always the same. Nothing will ever change for me, and I don't know why I expect it to. Maybe just the hope that I cling to in the end, hoping that he will change? But I was surly wrong in the end. After that night, I couldn't look at him the same way anymore. I just can't believe h-he hit me, the force of the impact on my face made me fall down the stairs. I tried to get up, but he ran down the stairs and pulled me by my hair and just started to wail on my already bloody face. The man I once called my father was now just a man who beat his own daughter day in and day out, like it didn't even bother him. After my mom passed away from the drunk driver, she was on her way to come and pick me up from my best friend's house at the time because I got scared and wanted to come home. It was my fault, he blamed me and he couldn't be more right about that. He came home one night from the bar drunk as a skunk and came into my room, he woke me up by pulling me by my hair out of my warm bed and started whipping me with his leather belt. After that night I decided to run away from my once loving father, so here I am now sitting under a tree waiting for Rex's Bar to open, so I could try to get a job. I really need one now since I no longer can go back to his house. I just can't take the beatings anymore, I sighed as I looked at my arms. They once were tan and spotless now they held scars from his leather belt, I still can't remember everything that has happened because of the fall I took from the stairs, my face is still a little swollen and still had a small light black right eye, making my ocean blue eyes pop out even more then they did before. My long golden hair hung loosely down my back, my mom and I could have been twins expect she had dark brown eyes and my father had bright green eyes. My mom's dad has ocean blue as well, she told me I had his eyes. Hence for my name, Skyla Oshla Walters. I took one more deep breath before I made my way over Rex's Bar. I made sure I looked halfway decent before I even entered and tried to get a job here, I pushed open the heavy dark oak wood doors. The place is a real s**t hole, the walls had dull yellow color. The floors were a bland off white mixed with a slight hint of gray. I nervously walked over to the bar and waited for someone to come to me. I looked over my shoulder, my eyes shot over to the sound of the heavy door being opened, I watched as a short man in an ugly green suit came strutting in, like his own s**t doesn't stink. He looked more like a pimp, his bald head reflecting the bright light. Almost making it seemed he had a halo, but I know all to well he is no angel. The way the gold and silver rings lined his chubby fingers made my skin crawl with disgust. I was deep in thought until I heard someone clearing their throat, I turned my attention back over to the bar. In a fraction of a second, my lungs stop pulling air into my body. The thing I really need to live no longer entered my blood stream, I felt my whole body shiver. Just the sight of his dark olive skin made me want to trace all of his deep blue veins that contrast off of his skin. I cleared my head but this guy, no this man made my lady parts heat up and Ive never felt that in my whole life. I cracked my neck up to see a few tattoos lingered his neck and oh my Lord... "Can I help you?" The man asked annoyed. I guess he gets looked at lot. Which I can understand it can be annoying at times, but I could never know. I made sure to hide my face from his view, I don't want him to think or assume anything. "I-i was wondering if y'all are hiring?" I asked keeping my face level with his broad chest, I mentally scolded myself for freaking stuttering. "No, now get out. I don't have time for sluts." He said with venom laced in his voice. My face shot to his and once he saw my face he looked baffled by my state. "Excuse me Sir, but I am no slut, nor a w***e maybe If you don't judge others it be a nicer world!" I yelled at him, I felt my cheeks heat up with anger. I could feel him staring at my right eye, it pissed me off even more that he won't stop staring at me, it's not like I wanted to show him my face. But what he called me shocked me to my core I am still a virgin for godsake! I took a deep breath, as I was about to turn away and leave but, I felt his rough large hand grabbed my wrist. He spun me around so fast that It felt like I was spinning in circles. His left hand had a tight hold on my left wrist, I watched as his right hand came to my face, I fletched and closed my eyes. I was shaking so badly that I didn't even know I was starting to cry. But I couldn't help it, because of that sick ass man called father. I heard him take a deep breath, his breath fanned my face and I slowly opened my eyes. He just stared at me like he was trying to figure me out? Like a book that had no title to it, it felt like was trying to read me? "W-who did that to your face?" He asked through gritted teeth. Was he mad? Why would he be mad? It's not like he knew me, why would he care about who hurt me? I thought to myself as I tried to free myself from his strong hold. I watched as he took another breath, In through his nose and out through his mouth, like he was trying to calm himself down but why though? His thick lips formed an angry line, I could see the small blue vain beginning to show in his forehead, right above his left brow. "WHO DID THAT TO YOUR f*****g FACE!" he yelled, I tried to pull my wrist from his hold once more. I felt more tears pore out of my eyes and down my swollen cheeks. I looked everywhere to avoid his strong eye contact, his dark hazel eyes held so much anger that I almost whimpered. But I held it back, or I thought I did? "I-im sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. But please tell me who hurt you? He asked more like pleaded with me. I watched his eyes travel down my face to my lips and then I watched his eyes travel to my arms. His eyes stayed on my arms, I was confused as first until my own fallowed his. My scars, damn I should have worn a long sleeve shirt. Next thing I know I am being dragged to the back of the bar through the kitchen and into a small cut out of an office. I tried to make him stop and explain himself, why he is dragging me like a damn dog to their deaths. But he didn't even answer me, like he pretend to ignore my pleas. "Stay here and do not move, I'll be right back." He said as he close the small black office door. "MAX GET YOU f*****g ASS IM MY OFFICE NOW! SEND CHARLIE TO THE FRONT TO HELP THE CUSTOMERS!" I heard him yell I jumped up from my chair, the baritone in his voice made me relive a horror, that I tried my best to ignore. But it flooded my head, wave after wave. Emotions filled me. I tried to shake myself out of it. I took deep slow breaths, trying to call myself down. I heard the handle of the office door being opened, I quickly tried to run out but he caught me by my waist and took me back in, another guy walked in after this brut who brought me in here. Gosh could my day get any worse? I asked myself. "W-what do you want?" I asked scared out of my f*****g mind. Trying to think what I could defend myself with. But there is nothing! "My name is Rex and this is Max, he is my- um assistant manager here. Now answer my questions and I will give you a job with good pay." He said as he walked over to sit in his chair, I watched the other guy who is Max sit in the chair next to Rex, guessing the owner and manager of the bar? I nodded my head and waited for questions to come. "Who gave you those lashes and the marks on your face?" He asked with a cold voice, I watched Max looking me up and down. I noticed his jaw was clenched tightly. Like he was trying to keep his own anger at bay as well? "M-my f-father." I said in a low whisper. Not making eye contact with the two men sitting in front of me, I can't and won't have them pity me. "Look at me." Max spoke up, I shook my head no I was just to damn scared. I heard he chair squeak back, I looked up, but to see him walking over to me. I quickly got up and just moved back, every step I took back he took an even bigger step forward until i felt my back flushed with the wall. He lifted his hand I fell towards the ground and screamed, my hands covering my face. My knees to my chest, I couldn't move. I was stupid for being this f*****g scared but, for 8 long years of being brutally tortured by my father who was supposed to love me and keep me safe, only hurt me beyond any normal human limit. My father made Hannibal Lector look like a saint. I heard a low deep scull and a deep release of air. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not like that at all, my boss and I are not into hitting women." The man who is called Max said in a caring and calming tone, as he dropped to his knees in front of me. "What is you name, how old are you anyways?" I heard him ask through my sobs. " Max leave her alone, you are only scaring the poor girl. Just come sit and wait for her to calm down." Rex said through gritted teeth. With a slight shaky breath, I stood up and was about to walk out of the door. "If you walk out of this room, I'll drag you ass right back in here until you have answered our questions Love." Rex said with a low voice, I looked down at the ground and slowly walked back over to the chair I was just in. As I sat down, I was about to speak but my phone ringed and I already knew who it was. I looked up to see both men staring at me, fear in my eyes. I watched their eyes turn from soft to pure hatred in a matter of seconds, they have more mood swings then I do, I thought as I slowly took my phone out of my back pocket and tried to answer it, but Max took it out of my hands in a flash, I was about to protest until Rex held a death glare with me. "I'm going to answer it and place it one speaker and I want you to answer it like normal do you understand?" Rex asked with no room for arguing. I just nodded my head. "Skyla Oshla Walters, when I find you I swear I'm going to beat the living f**k out of you. I'm going to make sure you wont wake up anytime soon, once I get you back I swear to you my darling daughter it will be the worst you've ever had, you think the leather belt and hits were bad baby girl, oh no just you wait!" He yelled I'm through the phone. Tears started to pull in my eyes, I started to shake with fear. I started to hyperventilating, black dots filled my vision next thing I know everything went black.