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Yalena
Chapter 1
Hey guys a word of warning. The first two chapters are of abuse so a caution to the wise. BEWARE. You have been warned. Read with caution.
I got too comfortable in my own skin. Being on the run and in hiding should of taught me one thing. You never let your gaurd down. Why the hell did I not follow my gut.
Now here I sit drinking like a carefree bladdy teenager. The Jd's slipping down my throat, not even burning its way down anymore. Music blaring in the background and a bunch of drunk rambunctious people surrounding me.
It's my best friend Jen's twenty first birthday party and it's crazy at the club tonight. I order another two shots of jack,
"That's on me sweet cheeks" a man says standing next to me. He seems to be around my age with dark hair and brown eyes. The smile on his face screams danger and is really creeping me out.
"No thanks, I can buy my own drinks" I respond trying like hell to get away from him.
I never realized I was alone and in danger until it was too late. I am alive non the less, god alone knows for how long. I have no idea what happened all I know is that I am gagged and alone tied hog style, lying on the backseat of some car.
"What do you think the boss is going to do to her?" I hear the one man ask. He is the same guy from the bar, the guy that makes my skin crawl.
"After years of searching for her, I reckon there is years of frustration he is going to work out on her. Sucks to be her!" He exclaims laughing at his own statement.
My blood slowly runs cold through my veins as realisation finally sets in. Years on the run and one moment of weakness and it was all for nothing. My family finally have their ruthless hands on me.
A cellphone rings and the one man answers,
"Yes boss, twenty minutes or so. Yes boss. No she's still out cold boss" is all I hear from the one sided conversation. Who the hell is their boss?
About twenty minutes or so later as said, I am being dragged out of the car by my hair, screaming and hissing in pain. Being dragged carelessly along the sand and stone pathway. When we reach inside the house, I am thrown down a set of stairs that leads to a darker basement.
It's cold, damp and smells like mildew mixed with old blood. Oh to all that is holy, where the hell am I? The pain radiating off of my body from being tossed down the stairs will surely be the last of my worries, of that fact I am guaranteed.
"Welcome home Yalena" the sound of his voice, hasn't changed at all over the years. He still sounds as cold and distant as ever.
A brut of a man appears out of the shadows. He hasn't aged a day in eight years.
"Daddy" I whisper in fear as I am overwhelmed with a flood of emotions. He is the last person I expected to be behind all of this. All the years of torment. Should've been a clue. How is this even possible?
"Why?" I ask him sounding deflated.
"You really made us work for this pumpkin, you were good, evading me for eight years, even if I have to say so myself" his response as ever still cold, calculated and distant.
"There is no escaping your destiny pumpkin" the use of my pet name sending further shivers down my spine. It never ended well for me when daddy used it while I was growing up. I would always end up...
Hey guys a word of warning. The first two chapters are of abuse so a caution to the wise. BEWARE. You have been warned. Read with caution.
I got too comfortable in my own skin. Being on the run and in hiding should of taught me one thing. You never let your gaurd down. Why the hell did I not follow my gut.
Now here I sit drinking like a carefree bladdy teenager. The Jd's slipping down my throat, not even burning its way down anymore. Music blaring in the background and a bunch of drunk rambunctious people surrounding me.
It's my best friend Jen's twenty first birthday party and it's crazy at the club tonight. I order another two shots of jack,
"That's on me sweet cheeks" a man says standing next to me. He seems to be around my age with dark hair and brown eyes. The smile on his face screams danger and is really creeping me out.
"No thanks, I can buy my own drinks" I respond trying like hell to get away from him.
I never realized I was alone and in danger until it was too late. I am alive non the less, god alone knows for how long. I have no idea what happened all I know is that I am gagged and alone tied hog style, lying on the backseat of some car.
"What do you think the boss is going to do to her?" I hear the one man ask. He is the same guy from the bar, the guy that makes my skin crawl.
"After years of searching for her, I reckon there is years of frustration he is going to work out on her. Sucks to be her!" He exclaims laughing at his own statement.
My blood slowly runs cold through my veins as realisation finally sets in. Years on the run and one moment of weakness and it was all for nothing. My family finally have their ruthless hands on me.
A cellphone rings and the one man answers,
"Yes boss, twenty minutes or so. Yes boss. No she's still out cold boss" is all I hear from the one sided conversation. Who the hell is their boss?
About twenty minutes or so later as said, I am being dragged out of the car by my hair, screaming and hissing in pain. Being dragged carelessly along the sand and stone pathway. When we reach inside the house, I am thrown down a set of stairs that leads to a darker basement.
It's cold, damp and smells like mildew mixed with old blood. Oh to all that is holy, where the hell am I? The pain radiating off of my body from being tossed down the stairs will surely be the last of my worries, of that fact I am guaranteed.
"Welcome home Yalena" the sound of his voice, hasn't changed at all over the years. He still sounds as cold and distant as ever.
A brut of a man appears out of the shadows. He hasn't aged a day in eight years.
"Daddy" I whisper in fear as I am overwhelmed with a flood of emotions. He is the last person I expected to be behind all of this. All the years of torment. Should've been a clue. How is this even possible?
"Why?" I ask him sounding deflated.
"You really made us work for this pumpkin, you were good, evading me for eight years, even if I have to say so myself" his response as ever still cold, calculated and distant.
"There is no escaping your destiny pumpkin" the use of my pet name sending further shivers down my spine. It never ended well for me when daddy used it while I was growing up. I would always end up...
