Carryl's P.O.V
Jackson left me at the door as per my request. Up until now he was under the Impression that my inability to control my emotions steamed from anguish over losing my father and I wanted to keep it that way. I handed him my credit card positive Park would not mind how I used it. I wanted to clear everything so that I never had to come back to this hell again.
I took a few even breaths, attempting to calm myself down. Using every last bit of spine left in me, I twisted the handle and walked Into the room. The attendant was waiting for me inside wearing a bored expression until he caught sight of me and quickly wore a pity mask. He did not care about who I was or who the body lying covered head to toe with a white sheet was. This was just a job to him and his indifference brought me a measure of peace.
He lifted the sheets away from the head revealing the star of my nightmare darker than he used to be and oh so blessed silent. Morbid? Definitely but from now, on whenever I was afraid, I was going to look back on this moment. My abusive father lying on the cold slab with nothing but the sheet covering him. This was the proof that everything could change for the better. Gone was the ruthless waste of space. All that was left was the body that he had abused and used to abuse others with. No legacy just a waste of space that was no more.
I stood there watching the now covered body, unwilling to walk away incase a miracle happened and he resurrected. Ten minutes later Jackson was back with some good new the crematorium had an opening for that night. I had time to rest and change before paying my final respects.
In any other context I would have burst out laughing. What had this man ever done to deserve respect from me. The man had forced me to flee from the only home I had ever known in order to save my life. I did, however, not laugh, I feared my laughter would be hysterical and unexplainable so I gave a curt nod and turned my back to him.
Flashback
CRASH!!!
"How dare you turn your back to me dog!"
I dogged the bottle hurtling towards my head and heard it shatter on the wall behind me.A second later I felt a pinch as glass rebounded, a shard embedding itself in my neck. I reached out and picked the glass out, before Inspecting my fingers. Crimson red. I felt my blood ran cold, this monster often got excited by my pain, drawing blood was like an achievement to him.
"I am the reason you exist and I can be the reason your existence comes to an abrupt end."
I said nothing, choosing to stand still hoping he passed out from exerting himself while inebriated. Playing invisible was a trick I picked up after years of abuse. The psychopath was like a shark, the more you struggled the worse your Injures would be.
End of flashback.
Jackson drove us to nearest motel. I had my eyes closed the entire time for fear of spotting anything familiar. I had no pleasant memories of this place and I had no intention of stabbing old wounds.
"We are here." Jackson soft voice called out as his hands gently squeezed my shoulder. I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it.
Flashback
I screamed as I was dragged across the model's parking lot with my hair. My skin scrapped and bled as the rough hot pavement did its worst. The blinding pain dulled my wits until it was too late to do anything against him. I took a huge gulp of air before my head was dunked in the filthy motel pool. I should have cleaned it this morning was all I could think as he held me down. I did not fight against him, choosing to reserve my energy and breath.
I was not fighting back because I wanted to live. I wanted to at the very least out live the beast that had fathered me. So I held my breath as my tears mingled with the water from the pool. A minute passed but he still held me down. As my lungs started to burn and my brain got foggy I wearily wondered if this was how I died. He finally let up but I stayed still for longer, counting up to ten before coming up gasping for air. The man was casually walking away with the money he had removed from my pocket, without a care in the world. I could no longer work here. I couldn't help but sigh as I turned to my back on the hot concrete. How much further away would I have to go for him not to harass me.
End of flashback
Jackson went to get us a room while I waited outside. I could not risk anyone recognising me. There was only so much I could handle in a day. He came back after a couple of minutes with the keys, before leading us in the direction he had been given.I knew this place like the back of my hand but said nothing when he led us in the wrong direction.Once he figured it out he changed course and led us to our room.As soon as I hit the bed, I was out like a light. My short nap was plauged with nightmares.
I woke up startled my body shaking and covered in sweat. I did not even get the chance to properly open my eyes before I was engulfed in a familiar hug that had me melting into the embrace.
"It's okay baby. I am here for you and so is he." Eli ran her fingers through my hair gently and repeatedly. I held onto her tightly. It doesn't matter how bad my life used to be, meeting Eli and Park was the highlight of my life and I would go through all that again just to be with them.
Park pulled the both of us into a hug. We stayed like that for a long time. Them here made everything bearable. I was even more greatful for the fact that my father had died.There was no one left who could jeopard is what the three of us had together