His Broken Luna

***Reigns POV*** It's nearly 3 am when I wake up in a cold sweat. "s**t! I'll be paying for this!" I think as I jump out of bed and rush to get clothes on. A baggie sweat shirt and jeans will do as I rush getting dressed. I throw my long black hair into a pony tail while quietly rushing downstairs to start my father's breakfast. I manage to get to the kitchen before I hear his alarms ringing. I sigh thinking he was never this way before mom passed away due to her battle with cancer. Mom was diagnosed with a rare brain cancer when I was just 7 years old and I had a pretty good relationship with both my parents, that is until mom finally lost her battle when I was 12. She had been fighting to see me graduate and go off to college. She put up one hell of a fight to 5 years to be exact. And that's when everything went south with my dad. Ever since losing her I've had to deal with the brute end of his heart break. Taking beatings daily, being his house slave as well as still trying to manage my straight As in school. I was exactly a month from being 18 and would finally leave and be free. I've been working at a small mom and pops diner for a year now saving every penny to leave this hell. I smile at that thought right before I'm startled by his anger "Where the f**k is my breakfast and coffee?" He yelled at me, my eyes facing the floor knowing what's to come. I manage to say "I woke up late, I'm sorry it's almost done and coffee is ready, I just haven't gotten it poured yet" He slaps me across my face and the pain stings "Once it's finished bring it to me and I'll be waiting for you." He words stung as I knew punishment was waiting. I poured his coffee black just like he likes, in his favorite cup mom got him. I plated his bacon, eggs and toast. He was a sweet man before mom passed, I guess heart break does that to you. Makes you cold hearted, mean and ruthless. As I placed his food and coffee down I looked at the floor with my hands behind my back while impatiently waiting for what's to come. I stood there quiet while he read the paper and ate. He always did this before any punishments. It was like he wanted to wait and watch me squirm until it was time. 15 minutes go by before he stands and yanks me by my hair to the hallway. He forces my hands on the wall, and I already know he has the whip in hand. He rips the back of my sweater revealing years of scars from him. The cold air sends chills down my spine. "You're mother wouldn't be to pleased with your disobedience lately and you know it b***h!" He yells before the whip makes contact with my skin. "She never could have kids of her own and the one she picks out is a worthless w***e who cant manage to even have my breakfast made in time." He continues as he continues to whip my bare back. Blood trinkling down. I managed to tone him out as I count how many lashings I get this time. He always managed to bring up how my biological parents didn't want me and I was only around because my mom couldn't bare kids. He made it out to be my fault why I was here and why my mom was gone. Like I given her cancer and wouldn't cure her to punish him. It's the same ol same ol with him. He shoves me to the ground to where I'm kneeling on rice? Maybe it's grits? I'm not sure I got lost in my thoughts and I must not have answered him. He bellows out "f*****g CUNT YOU MADE THIS WORSE ON YOURSELF! I ASKED YOU A SIMPLE f*****g QUESTION AND YOUR IGNORED ME. KNEEL THERE UNTIL I LEAVE FOR WORK, WAIT 10 MINUTES AND YOU MAY GET READY FOR SCHOOL!" I shook my head letting him know I heard him. He leaves at 5 am to head to the old paper mill factory for work, but what time was it? How long would I be here? I didn't dare make a sound as I knew it would be worse if I did. It felt like hours before I heard him shifting around to find his keys and head to the door to leave. I sigh in relief once he's gone. I wait before getting up to go shower. My sweater clinging to some of the skin on my back from blood helping to hold it in place. Once I feel like it's safe I slowly walk upstairs and head to the shower. I turn the water on and undress as it heats up. I get it and let the water rinse my back off. I wonder how bad these are this time? I'm looking at my knees noticing they're bloodied up too from whatever he put on the ground while I was lost in thought. This was new, I'm use to the lashings, him punching me or kicking me but this was new. I manage to clean myself up and look in the mirror at my back. Some looked like they needed stitches but that wouldn't only cause me more harm. I walk out of the bathroom and head to my room. Managing to bandage myself up I get redressed leggings and a hoodie will suffice. At least my scars are covered. I head downstairs to make some toast and grab my backpack off the counter. I leave dad a note to remind him I have a shift after school so I'd be late. I start my walk to school. I have my mom's car, but I'd rather save the gas money I'd use for me to move. I'm invisible at school it seems. No one seems to care about me. My friends didn't wanna be around no more when they heard my dad yelling at me. But who can blame them? So I stick to myself. Staying in the shadows, doing my school work and not getting into trouble at school. I got my iPod and headphones in while listening to Five Finger Death Punch on my walk to school. I'm almost to school when I bump into some random guy I didn't know or see before. I live in a pretty small town everyone knows everyone. But him? No I have never seen him. He stands 6'8" 6'9" maybe? He's a literal giant compared to me I'm only 5' I literally have to look up to this man. He has gorgeous blue eyes and dirty blonde hair that looks like he just woke up. He's wearing a tight black shirt you could see his muscles ripple under it and black jeans. I look up and whisper "I'm sorry I didn't mean to walk into you I wasn't paying any attention. Lost in my thoughts." He smiles a wide toothy grin placing his hand on the back of his head rubbing where his hand laid. "No it's me who should be sorry, I'm new in town and I'm just out walking around getting a feel for it" I'm only a few feet from school so I heard the bell ring. I take off running "I'm sorry I'm going to be late for school!" I yelled waving. I managed to get to school in time and head to my first class, geometry with Mrs. Smith. I like her, just not the class. She's a really nice lady always asks how I'm doing, friendly smiles at me when she sees me. I just hate math. But I needed food grades to go to college so I can get a scholarship. The day manages to go by in a blur. The last bell rings and I'm out the door heading to work. I get there 10 minutes early, heading to the back office to throw on my work shirt and apron before clocking in. Angie is here and she's been like a mom to me since I started. She knows about my mom and what my dad does. She helped me open my own bank account so I could save without my dad knowing. He just thinks I get paid cash daily, he doesn't know I've been saving. Angie gives me a warm smile and hug. But I wince in pain from earlier, she gives me a half c****d look knowing what happened but didn't ask. "Sweetheart I'm sorry" she says I smile and reply "it's fine only one more month." Seems to be the only conversation we can have so far before I have to head out. It's busier than normal for a Wednesday night. But that's okay, it keeps me busy. I head to one of my tables put a smile on and ask "Hi, I'm Reign I'll be your server tonight. What can I get for you tonight?" Not looking up as I'm grabbing silverware from my apron that's wrapped in a napkin placing it on the table. I grab my pen and notepad before noticing the man before me is the same man I ran into before school. "Nice running into you again, I'd just like a sweet tea with little ice, I'll take the ny strip steak with mashed potatoes and green beans" He smiles at me. I write it all down "How would you like your steak?" I ask "Rare, please." I nod heading to the back to put his order in. I bring him his ice tea with a straw and place it before him. He frowns as he notices the scars on my wrist looking at me confused. I can't really hide them at work since I'm not allowed long sleeves. I smile and inform him I'll bring his meal out once it's done. "Reign can I ask why you have those scars for?" He seems concerned. Why? I just met him today. "I guess it's a story for a different day." I smile and head to check on his food. I bring him his food over smiling "is there anything else I can get for you?" He nods and I head for my other tables. I'm running tables left and right as it got busier. I head to his table "I'm sorry for your wait, it's been busy as hell tonight. Do you need anything else or would you rather me get your check?" He smiles asking for his check. I run to grab, his total came out to $35.68 "Here you go, you can take it to Angie when you're ready to pay." I smile while pointing to Angie before taking off again. It's the end of my shift, closing time. It's just Angie and I cleaning and locking up. She always makes sure I close with her when we work together. Once I reached the counter where she's at she shows me the receipt from the man from earlier. "He left you a $350 tip. Said to inform you his name is Kieran and that you did an amazing job." My mouth dropped I never been given a tip this big, I looked at the receipt. "I think he put the wrong number down. His meal was only $35.68 I'm sure there's a mess up somewhere." I inform her "Did he leave a number? Maybe I can call and get it sorted." I continue, she shakes her head no. I head to finish my cleaning. This can't be right? Can it? He surely made a mistake and I'll only find out once his card goes through. Right before Angie and I lock up I count my tips $250 tonight. I smile and wave Angie goodbye before heading home. It's dark now dad would be home. Maybe I can sneak up to my room to avoid him and his anger. I make it home, dad's passed out in his chair. I slowly walk over and cover him up before heading upstairs. I get undressed and put on sweats and a sweater for bed. I sit in bed doing homework for an hour before Iay down to sleep. And all I can think about is today. As I'm dozing off I think about when mom was alive and how happy we were, how dad was happy. I smile before drifting off into the black abyss. I woke up at 2 am and headed to the kitchen making sure to have dad's breakfast and coffee ready before he came out. I didn't need a repeat of yesterday happening again. His breakfast, coffee and newspaper was sitting on the table as he was walking in, I was standing in the corner with my head down making sure to not make eye contact with him. He seated himself and ate silently. Once his coffee and food was gone, I had made sure to take his dishes to the sink and start to wash them. "You'll be leaving this weekend. I have made arrangements with a colleague from work to pick you up, you won't need much either just a couple outfits. Nothing else, you may wear shoes, but that it." He says with a grin I've never seen before which scared me. "You're three weeks from being 18, so you'll start your new life with a man who is paying for you. What he does is none of my concern and he has asked for you earlier than I had originally planned. But oh well. What can I do? He's already paid." I stood there shocked and flabbergasted. He sold me off? His own daughter? "But dad I still have school, I have a job. I give you what money I make! Why do I have to go?" I nearly yelled but I had to remain calm. Or I don’t know what would happen. "I DON'T CARE, MY WIFE DIED BECAUSE OF YOU. AND BECAUSE OF YOU I'M REMINDED DAILY OF HER BEING GONE. IF IT WASN'T FOR HER WE WOULD HAVE NEVER GOT YOU. YOU WERE NEVER WANTED OR NEEDED, SHE JUST FELT SAD FOR YOU AND YOUR STORY! " He yelled at he yanked me by my hair to the basement. I knew what was coming. I was fighting to be released from his grip. But he just punched me in my face, not once but twice. I groaned, my head hitting each and every step as he yanked me down the stairs. I felt the shackles go on my wrists and then blackness as he blindfolded me. s**t this isn't good. I heard him walking around and coming back before gagging me with something. "You will not be going to school no more or work. You will remain here until Jay is ready for you to leave. Hell he may even come and visit you for his own pleasures." I heard him laugh. He kicked me a couple of times before I heard him walking away. s**t! This isn't good. He's never gone this far, and over what? Money? Over his own grief? He use to love me. I struggle in my cuffs but I feel my wrist hurting and cold liquid forming. My screams are muffled. No one can hear me. I try thinking of reasons of what made him turn on me. What did I do, besides take care of mom in her last moments while he worked long hours. Besides loving him and adoring him before everything went down hill. I use to be his world and now it seems like I'm nothing but a burden to him. Infact I know I am. He tells me this daily, ever since mom died. But what did I do to deserve this? What did I do for him to be so hostile towards me and have this much hatred for me? As I think and ponder on what I did darkness consumed me. I wake up hearing someone knocking and my arms in discomfort as the shackles are above my head. But no matter how much I scream the person can't hear me. I sigh, I'm doomed to whatever fate lies ahead of me. I'm softly sobbing, I have no clue what time it is or when dad will be home. I have no clue how long it has been since I woke up. I know I didn't have work today but I did have important tests at school. I wonder what he told them, like why won't I be there? Did he pull me out? That's when I heard dad's footsteps coming down. He's laughing "Just two more days and I'll be free of you forever." His sings out happily. I try to move as I hear him come closer. I'm panicking. He grabs my arm and I feel something poke me. What was that? What did he do? No, no, no he didn't just do what I think he did? And darkness consumes me. I wake up, not sure of the time but I can hear my dad walking into the house talking to some man whose voice I am unsure of. Did he leave? I was left here? I hear them walking closer to the basement steps and walking down them. Their foot steps getting closer and closer my heart is beating out of my chest, fear is taking over my body and I’m frantically trying to break free. “Well it’s nice you’re finally awake, but were here to play” I heard my dads voice, sounding so mean and evil. I hear foot steps but I cant tell who is walking towards me but I feel the boot to my ribs. I wince in pain “Please stop!” I yell “I’m begging you.” I sob out as I feel more kicks to my body, my ribs, thighs, arms. The pain consuming me, I can hear them laughing through my cries. That’s when I feel my skin being cut open and I yell from the pain. Why are they doing this? And I pass out from the pain.