His Fire [COMPLETED]

CHAPTER TWO

ARIA'S POV

Just listening to his snickering laughter made me sick to my stomach. A proud smile was plastered on his face as he gazed down at my eyes, brimming with tears. I was constantly being forced to say an unapologetic 'Sorry'.

His face suddenly harden, unsatisfied that I was still holding in my tears. I refused to give in - I refuse to prove I was weak.

I did not want to fall, though his smoldering stare had my legs trembling. He made me feel worthless, insecure and in pain. I wish this would stop.

He held me by my hair, receiving whines from me, but something - no someone - stopped him...

A voice, a gentle voice which sounds so familiar to my ears. We turned to look at her, and standing there with all her glory was my beautiful Mother.

"Mitch, stop! Your hurting our daughter!" She reprimanded, before disappearing into nothing.

. . .

"Mom!" My eyes blurred from the tears. She was there, it seemed so real - as if she had never left me and my father.

It had been so long since I had dreamed of her. It used to happen every night, but it stopped the moment I told myself that people come and go. She will never come back, I had to face the cold reality and move on.

The tears fell from my eyes uncontrollably, I felt pathetic, I did not have a shoulder to lean on to cry. I did not had a mother which bring me shopping like any other mother would.

I was all alone.

I grabbed my phone from under my pillow and dropped it inside my pocket, about to go to drag myself into the bathroom, where I could wash my face when my Father walked into my room.

I wished he did not came that very moment - I didn't want him to see me weak.

He was not gripping a bottle like any other days, nor was he clenching his fist with the intention to physically hurt me, but he had two man beside him, who look in their mid thirties.

"Not bad, Mitch" the man on his left said, smirking. "Are you sure you want us to make her beg on her knees?"

"You can't do it yourself?" The one on his right asked, placing an arm around my father's shoulder.

He sighed, "Well I could, but I want her to regret what she did to my wife" He spoke like I was the one that caused my mother's death when I did not even had a clue how she died.

"So how much do we have to give you to do this? Ace and I would not take anymore than three hundred" The man on the left spoke up again, showing three of his finger.

The man on my dad's right, which I assume was Ace, nodded his head.

"Oh please" said my dad, sounding ever so kind. "She would not be anymore than a hundred"

Pain struck me in my chest, hearing those words coming out of my father's lips was hurtful. This was getting way too out of hand. How could he possibly do this to me?

"I think she deserves at least two hundred" Ace said, putting his hands in his pocket, smiling like he had won a lottery.

Dad nodded with the biggest smile on his face, leaving me absolutely speechless. He spared me a glance before leaving the room.

That was when I knew I couldn't stay here for long, my father was giving two strangers the permission to do anything they want to me, even if it was against my own will.

They took tiny steps closer to me and I immediately felt trapped, cornered between the two gangsters. My back hits the open window as I squeezed my eyes shut for just a moment.

I knew I had to fight before I give up and mother would support this choice.

So I took my only option - to jump out of the window behind me.

**

I have never been so exhausted my whole life, I could feel my heart pounding against my chest. My body was numb from running, so numb they hurt.

I had lost them after running for so long, and I doubt they would come after me in such a crowded place. I realized I was in town.

There was music in every shop I passed, people in the area had more than five bags on their hands, smiling and talking to their friends.

I could see couples together in the streets as the cars honked for people to get past quicker.

I looked away from the surroundings and focused on myself instead. My legs were begging me to stop running.

I was pretty sure my lungs couldn't take it anymore as well.

I slowed down my pace and felt all aches coming to me. I had a awful headache, it was so bad - words could not describe it.

My body just hurts so bad, I couldn't hear anything anyone said, just the sound of my heartbeat and breathing.

Knowing that I was away from home with no money or family, unsafe from this world,

I collapsed helplessly, but willingly.