Chapter 49

LEAH’S POV

‘You look different.’ I said.

‘So do you.’ He said back.

I looked down at the floor.  The tears running down my cheeks.

‘Don’t cry Mandy, it won’t help you.  Let’s go, ready to go home?’ He asked but I knew it was an order.

‘Yes…father.’ I answered still looking at the floor. 

He grabbed my school bag and my arm, hard enough so he wouldn’t lose his grip if I tried anything.  He brought me to this truck that I had never seen before.  The black truck looked not bran new but not old.  He opened the drivers’ door and pushed me inside.  I went in and moved over to the passenger side. 

‘Don’t try anything.  You know what will happen if you do, you’ll only make it more difficult for yourself.’ He said.

‘I know.’ I whispered looking out the window.

He started the car and off we went.  I looked at the houses pass by, the streets we were passing.  All I could think of was Jason, I felt like my heart was getting ripped out of my chest.  I was scarred out of my mind.

What was he going to do too me?  Will he beat me?  Will he rape me?  Is he going to kill me?

The ride to an old house, maybe a cottage, I thought, I had never seen before was made in complete silence.  I needed to pee so badly but I didn’t dare ask.  I knew the only way I could use the bathroom is if he needed to. 

Unlucky for me, he didn’t. 

We finally made it to the front of the old house.  It was a decent house, nothing like Laura’s or anything but, a lot bigger than my little apartment.

‘Out.’ He ordered.

‘Where are we?’ I asked him but he didn’t answer.

I opened the car door and stepped outside.  I felt like my knees were going to give out.  It was so late, no cars drove by, no one was walking around and no lights we on anywhere in the nearby houses.

My father closed my door and grabbed my arms again.  He was holding me tighter than before so I knew his anger was getter worse, in his other hand was my school bag.  Not sure if it was a good thing or not.  Don’t leave evidence behind sort of thing.  We walked to the front door and he unlocked it.  Once the door was open he pushed me inside, almost making me fall to the floor.

I stood back strait and turned around to face him.  He turned on the lights, this gave me a better look at him.

He looked older than the last time I saw him.  I knew it had been more than a year but he looked older than just a year older. 

He walked towards me and I didn’t move backwards like I would have done before.

When he noticed I wasn’t moving, he smiled.  ‘You got more courageous, interesting.’ He said.

‘I’ve dreamt of you and mother every night.  There comes a point where enough is enough don’t you think?’ I asked him, still not moving.

His hand moved so fast and he back handed me across the face.  I almost fell to the floor but didn’t and I stood back strait again.

‘You became a smart mouth too.  Can’t wait to see how long that will last.’ He said, his voice showing his irritation.

 ‘You were scarier in my dreams.’ I stated. ‘Have you lost your touch?’ I said.  I knew I was pushing it, that I should just shut up and pray he wouldn’t touch me but, I was angry.  I knew I wasn’t a pushover anymore, my friends, Jason made me stronger than I ever thought I could be.

He grabbed my throat and pushed me backwards until my head and back hit the wall.

‘Listen you little slut, you are going to be quiet and not say another word or else, I’ll do something to you that I have been wishing, dreaming and hoping of doing to you for a long time now.’ He whispered near my ear.  I could hear him breathe me in.

I turned my head so I could keep my composure.  Him smelling me reminded me of Jason and I didn’t want to think about my father doing the same thing Jason did to me.

My father pulled me away from the wall, still holding my throat and pushed me backwards.  This time I did fall and I hit my ass on the floor then my head.

I stayed there for a few seconds then I got back up.  I didn’t say a word, I didn’t want him to do what he had said before.  I knew he was talking about raping me, I really didn’t want that, but realistically I knew it was going to happen eventually.   

‘I’m sorry father.’ I told him.  I needed him to be some what happy, to buy myself some time.  To do what?  I had no idea.

He nodded his head.  ‘Good girl.’ He said to me, like something you would say to a dog.

‘Where’s mother?  I’d like to say hello, if that’s ok with you.’ I asked him, anything to get away from him, even if I hated her.

‘She died.’ He stated.

My eyes went big, ‘How?’ I managed to say.

‘Does it matter, she dead.’ He said.

My tears started going down my cheek once again.  I didn’t know what to think, did he kill her? Did she die from a complication in her condition? 

‘Where’s Aunt Alice?’ I asked.  I needed to know why she didn’t send the money, to make sure she was ok. 

‘She died last month, car accident.  She got hit by a drunk driver.’ He stated not looking at me.

‘So they’re both dead?’ I whispered.

‘Isn’t it what I just said!’ he yelled.

‘Sorry father.  I didn’t mean to question.’ I said as fast as I could.

‘I’m hungry.’ He said to me.

Lowed my head and took a deep breath.  ‘What would you like to eat father?’ I asked him.  Wasn’t sure if he was talking about food or…

‘I don’t care, just cook me something.  Make sure it’s good.’ He ordered.  I nodded my head and saw him go to his little bar and make himself a drink.  “Great” I though, that’s all I need, for him to be drunk and be more pissed off.

I turned and went to the kitchen.  I started to look at what I could cook.  His fridge was practically empty so I searched the cabinets.

I found a can of vegetable soup and that’s what I grabbed.  As I was waiting for the soup to warm up, I knew what was next.  He would be completely smashed out of his mind and he would beat me and rape me.  So I took my time with the soup.

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