•Anabella's POV•
As soon as I take a step back, he let out an animalistic growl, startling me back to a frozen statue.
Between the devil and the deep blue sea, I have no idea what to do.
He's completely sober, little or no trace of drunkenness in his actions- The thought of this scares me to no end.
He smiles at me "I like it when you're scared of me sweetie" He says walking towards me, staring at my already shakily legs.
Dear lord!
I let out an unintentional scream as he suddenly jumps towards me, I dart the opposite direction and press myself to the wall, hoping to get as far as possible from him.
He groans In apparent frustration. "I thought we where over this Annie darling, be a good girl now and stay put for daddy"
I freeze.
Those words.... My innocence
Tears, blood.
A broken girl.
The horrid memory runs through my memory within milliseconds, and I scream reliving it all over again.
I only come back to reality when I feel his both hands grab my arm in a grip so tight, it's sure to leave a bruise.
The next few minutes, I'm assaulted by series of punches and kicks,
I scream, not from the pain, my body goes numb to the physical world, I'm lost in a painful memory trail
"I thought we where over this Annie darling, be a good girl now and stay put for daddy"
My brain plays different scenarios, each with a different endings, each one preceding more terrifying and bone chilling than the last,
I just want to die, but I owe it to them to stay alive, although miserable.
I succumb completely, he hurts me as many ways as he can think of, I'm tired of crying, tired of feeling, so I don't- I just let him have his way.
"Is everything okay over there! What's going on" a voice strange yet so familiar calls out from the room next door-
Oh GOD!
We both freeze at the same, no movements, no sounds, as if someone has paused time.
"Everything is fine over here, don't worry" James' screeches seconds later after clearing his throat a considerable number of times.
I can tell by the amount of times his grip tightens and loosens that he is quite nervous.
Normally I would be happy if he's drunk because it's easier to slip away or rather for him to trip on his own feet.
Yes, It happens.
But given the current situation, I'm glad he's sober or he would have ranted something stupid that will only raise the strangers suspicion.
"You sure?" He screams back, uncertainty lacing his voice. "Of course! Now run along! Fella" James replies, his voice not an octave lower, if anything, much more shrill than usual.
My ear drums are crying from this unwarranted screams given the fact they're barely fifteen meters away from each other,
Then ensues an overstretched silence for a while, until we both hear the sound of a door slamming shortly after.
James stares down at me coldly causing me to shrink under his gaze, he pulls me forward by the hem of my sweat shirt
His cold green eyes glared at mine, petrifying me but not enough to make me look away.
He brings his face closer to mine and whispers as if anyone is near.
"Don't think this is over" his breath fans my face as he speaks, I try to refrain from wrinkling my nose as a faint smell of nicotine hits my nostrils.
"I'll come back for you my dear, you know I always do" he says, then shoves me hardly causing me to hit my back on the wall rather painfully, eliciting a whimper from me as I slowly slide to the floor.
He lets out a sardonic chuckle before he leaves the room slamming the door behind him.
Then I let it go.
The dam holding my tears finally break lose.
I'm crying, not because of the pain, but for shame of the cowardly girl I've become,as memories of one thing my dad always used to tell me.
"Don't let fear determine your actions, make up your mind"
But that's exactly what is going on in my life now, fear of James does not only control my actions, it controls me.
And I'm afraid there is nothing more I can do about it than emerge on the other side unscathed without anyone's help, just a few more years.
Accepting help would be accepting defeat, and besides no one can be trusted, life taught me that the hard way.
Once I'm done bawling my eyes out, that being the only way I have been able to vent out all of my frustrations for the past six years,my consciousness of the real world slowly starts to return.
Who was that?
He could have been waiting for me to call for help.
Well, it's a bit too late for that. I've already endured the worst of it.
Besides no one can be trusted.
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Amara <3