Abused Love (AL Series)

Chapter 13

Inara 

  Sure enough, the run-down metal shack-like house was where we were going. Once inside the door closed behind me, making me jump. My dad turned around to face me slowly and his angry expression wasn’t missed when he growled but before I could register what was going on his hand was around my throat and I was being lifted off the ground. He held me this way till we were at the top of some stairs and then he threw me down them. I hit the ground at the bottom so hard that all the air in my lungs left.

  Once I got a few deep breaths in my dad was right in front of me with his hand around my neck again and I was thrown against what felt like a metal surface and slid over it back onto the floor. Pain shot through my hip and right leg but it went numb soon after and I couldn’t move my right leg either. I didn’t get a chance to get up before I was being punched and kicked all over my body. I knew I had one if not more ribs broken and my leg was either broken or dislocated. I knew after this that my face was going to be messed up and I will have bruises all over. I’m being kicked and hit repeatedly that everything starts to go numb all over till I feel something cutting down my leg. I snap my head to the pain to see my mother has joined in on the “fun” and was cutting me anywhere she could while I was on the ground. 

  I couldn’t help but scream and try to move away but it was useless as my dad grabbed my neck again and ripped my shirt and pants off me leaving me in my underwear. He then put me face down on the metal table and strapped me down and started to yell at me. 

“I told you to not mess up anything in my house! I told you if you did you would be punished! Do you know how much that vase cost me?! There are only three made in the whole world and you just broke the one I had! You can’t afford to ever pay me back even if you had hundreds of lives! If I can’t get my money I will get something else!”

  I heard something that sounded like a whistle and then a sharp pain on my back that made my back feel like it was on fire. I screamed and tears came rolling down making a puddle under my right cheek. I screamed every time the item hit me. I don’t know what he was using but this pain made it feel like all the skin on my back was being ripped off. 

  Then it all stops and I hear both my parents walking around me. All of a sudden I see my mom come and stand in front of me. She bent over so I could see her face and touched my cheek like a mother who cared about her daughter.

“This is for everything you have done wrong before last week. I hope you have learned that we are not fools and know that you have still been sneaking out to see someone. I wonder who will want someone that’s as scarred as you are. Now that we have gotten the weeks before out of the way let's start to remember what happens to you when you don't listen to us.” She makes it seem like what she is saying is because she loves me but her eyes say something else.

“Unfortunately we can’t, the fact that you broke a vase that cost so much money and can not be replaced, now can we? I think for that you will not eat anything till we say you can, I will be adding work to your load, more money will be taken out of your checks, you will be sleeping here tonight and the shed till we say otherwise, and every night after work you will report back here for another teaching until we feel that you have learned your lesson. Do you understand?”

I can’t trust my voice so I just nod a very painful, yes, but my dad does not seem happy with that because I feel something hit my back again and I scream from the shock and the pain.

“I asked if you understand! Answer me!” My mom yells at me while some of her spit lands on my face, gross.

“Yes ma'am.” I replied with a very shaky breath.

  Both my parents seem happy with that and I feel my arms and legs get untied but I don’t move, I can’t. I stay unmoved and silent till I hear my parents go up the stairs and what I'm guessing sounded like locking a door, probably so I can’t make a run for it, not that I could even though I want to. That’s when I remember I grabbed my phone right before we left the house really fast and shoved it in my back pants pocket before my dad could see. 

  I lay there for a little bit more trying to see if I will start healing or hear myself talking again trying to make it all better but there was nothing. I start to feel cold and I start to shake like crazy. I know I need help but I don’t know who to call.

‘Bryan. Call or make.’ The voice answered me but it sounded weak, very weak.

‘Why him?’

‘If you want to live do it!’ this time when it answered it sounded weaker than before. I guess because I've become weaker so have my thoughts.

‘But why?’ I got no answer back.

So I slowly slide off the metal table trying not to move my back part of my body any more than I have to but once I get up and my feet hit the floor I fall and scream out. Then blackness.