CHAPTER 1: PART 6

ONE YEAR AGO: THE DREAM...

I came back home from school and found that my mother had gone to work for a night shift. I found myself left with Michael again. It was unpleasant but I had to deal with it. I got inside the house late that day. It was a known too well routine for me but Michael didn't find it soothing at all, actually he got enraged when he didn't see me around.

"Where have you been?" he asked clearly agitated the moment I got inside the house like he had been waiting for me.

'Talk about a typical pedophile creep' I rolled my eyes as I dismissed his outrage.

I had found peace in knowing that I will be better and strong one day. I mean I was used to ignoring him and him getting furious and ending up doing nothing. Of course he could have done something but I wouldn't let him. As soon as I reached my room I would just leave using the window. It was a routine he knew all too well and it infuriated him. He would get furious, after a monologue between him, and well me who always shrugged him off without saying anything. He would wait for my mother to go to sleep before going to my room, but only to find it empty. I would sometimes disappear for a whole month just to stay away and when I did come I wouldn’t sleep there, I would leave at night and come back very early in the morning. It was getting hard for him to get a hold of me. At first it was hard; I had to come back home since I was still young, but when I reached fifteen I started running away. It was hurting too much, he was getting used to it and he liked it but it killed me more, so I had to do something.

I looked at Michael like he had grown another head. I felt agitated, matching his feelings. I mean why did he care?

'Oh yeah pedophile!'

I rummaged around the sitting room making my way to my bedroom ignoring him further. Michael was so furious that he wasn't getting any response from me. I kept an open eye on him, I knew him all too well to relax if I ignored him. His face turned pale for a colored, and his ears red as blood. When I saw this, I rolled my eyes and continued walking.

However, today he did not wait, he was tired of being played. He saw me ignoring him approaching my room, he took this as a queue to lock the door downstairs and follow me. I got in my room, I had my school bag on my bed ready to pack my needed books and leave but something told me to stay.

I sat on the edge of the bed listening to my instincts and waited. I didn't know what could happen but I was tired of sleeping at the school gym benches, at my friends place or in the sewers when my friend’s father was around.

'Damn fathers sometimes!’

Whiles I was sitting thinking, Michael got into my room less than five minutes I had left him.

'Talk about a real pedophile, cant he get a life, isn’t my mother not satisfying him enough?'

I scrunched up my nose getting angrier and skeptical by the moment, regretting my whole decision already. I looked at him standing by the door looking surprised, I mean he didn't think he was going to find me in, waiting for that matter. It was something new for him and it did not sit well in his stomach I could see it; he was fidgeting and curious. I gave him a serious look, he started shifting his gaze around my room, but me.

'What is he looking for?' I looked at the same places he was. Isn't he here for the same thing he always comes for, 'I am so tired of his weirdness'.

"Your room needs cleaning" he voiced out with a mixture of anger and uncertainty, losing his cool.

'Well look what the cat dragged in. MY MOTHER!' I shook my head looking at him dead in the eyes.

'Ok this is weird even for me too’

I stood up about to go to my bathroom, I don’t know why but I just moved about fixing things that didn’t need fixing, maybe it was because of my nerves or his presence.

"I’m speaking to you" he muttered with too much authority and vile in his mouth. I turned to him agitated. I looked at him up and down.

'Is he seriously here to lecture me about my room'.

"What you want Michael?" I asked bored with the same but stern voice like he had been doing acting like he was talking to a child, which shocked both Michael and me.

'You go girl'.

I saw Michaels face change, he got closer. I held my breath waiting for his response.

'I probably shouldn't have said that'

"OH! So you’ve got balls now! I see" he muttered sarcastically moving back to my door he closed and locked it.

'There we go again. Man why did I say that?' I regretted my words, fearing the worst.

I asked myself repeatedly ‘Should I run?’ fearing the worst that was about to happen as I moved backwards in terror. I looked at him as he moved closer to me plastering an evil grin. He was enjoying every moment of my squirming, he saw that I was still scared of him. He got up-close to me and grabbed my face harshly holding it with my chin as he moved his face to my ear.

"Look who has grown now, you don’t have anything to say now do you?" His vile words sent chills down my body. I wanted to run, to disappear but sadly I was still there.

"How old are you now?"

He continued looking at me dead in the eyes and sizing me up and down, I kept my cool although I wanted to jump out of the window, run and never look back. We were almost the same height now, I was grown. I sized him up and down too, not removing his hand. I was waiting for him to start his assault but he just went on rambling about useless things.

"Oh yeah you're sixteen now. Sooo! The boys have told you you have grown now, well to me you're still just a scared little demon bitch" he purred slowly moving his tongue from my chin my ear.

'Gross' I quivered and tried to loosen his grip but it only got harder on my chin that was starting to hurt.

"I am going to teach you a lesson for disrespecting your elders, me of course!" he whispered with narcissism in his voice pointing to himself.

I started getting scared, my legs were getting weaker ready to give in. I wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy but his grip was a little too strong.

"…and I am going to punish you for running from me this whole year" he continued smirking devilishly making sure that I see his smirk as he moved his hands up my thigh

'No, no no' and just as he was about to reach my torso something broke in me. I hit his hand so hard he turned red in a split second.

"You, peace of shit..." Michael roared as he back slapped me so firm I fell on my bed.

I was getting scared and annoyed, I had been more crossed before but that day my anger was different. I tried standing up not wanting to give him the opportunity to get on top of me but I was late he beat me to it. He jumped on top of me and suppressed my mouth that was about to shriek although his gag wasn't in the right position, he had closed my mouth and nose I couldn't breathe. I tried to shake him off but his grip was firm, it was either he was oblivious of my squirming or he didn't care, but surely it was the last reason.

My mind was starting to get fuzzy, and he took that as an opportunity to unbuckle my belt, trying to loosen my jeans. I was about to black out when my mind drifted off to my trainer's lessons.

'Do not let them win, no matter how much you think you cannot fight, at least do something'.

I opened my eyes and realized what he was doing, at that point it was like my body was electrified, I opened up my eyes that had always been shut the whole time I was waiting for impact and jolted up lifting him with me. I don’t know where I took that energy from but yeah I lifted him up with my body. Michael flew across the room and was thrown into my computer table. I saw that as an opportunity and stood up waiting for him to stand up and pursue me. My mind was still fuzzy though.

He screamed as his head hit the table of the computer.

"What the fuck...? You peace of gabbage now I am angry" he stood up hastily.

I wasn't sure what was going to happen next but I was ready. I was fuming and ready for Michael's roguish ways.

"Well come on" I beckoned not knowing where I got the courage from but ready to fight.

My mind was still fuzzy from Michael's grip but I was regaining my strength.

'You're stronger than this' a voice said in my head, but of course I doubted myself.

Michael stood up, he got closer to me with his fists balled up. I looked at them and wondered.

'When did it get so real, fuck I’m am goner!' I was losing hope.

Michael pounced at me with his right fist, but I caught it with my left hand, and I punched him so hard his whole body made a thud whiles hitting the floor.

'What the......' I was confused as to how I had that much of power all of a sudden.

I looked at Michael who was now confused, stunned and violent, and then to my right hand confused and surprised.

'Damn!' smiling and praising myself I dwelled on the feeling.

However, in an instant my mind realized something missing in my hand 'my bracelet; dad!' my thoughts got scrambled up as I speculated, and I got lost wondering where it was.

"Looking for this!" Michael's malice voice roared, I guess he got what I was looking for before I could.

'Shit!' I turned catching his attention only to realize he was throwing the bracelet through the window.

'NO!' he smirked with a bloody nose.

My eyes bulged and got watery, anger engulfed me as I comprehended what he just did.

"Fuck you Michael!" I screamed miserably moving towards the window fast, after my bracelet.

"Daddy is not here!" he dragged his words moving closer to me.

My eyes were bulged up looking at where Michael threw the bracelet.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck'

I didn't care what he was saying, I wanted my bracelet back, I wanted my father back, that was the only thing he left me with.

"You thought I didn't know, oh please your mother talks in her sleep, stupid woman!" he said with too much spite and content to his words.

Realizing what Michael said I turned my face around slowly, fuming illuminating so much annoyance, but Michael did not give me the opportunity to say anything coherent, he hit me so hard in the stomach I fell on my knees clutching it and gasping for air. He took this as an opportunity and kicked me on the face. I fell down still clutching my stomach crying trying to move to the window my mind back to my now probably lost bracelet to get it.

My mind was fuzzy and I was pissed off, I wanted to kill him and get my bracelet back but all it did was replaying all last moments I shared with my father. Michael continued to kick me muttering all dreadful words he could think of, but to his surprise none had the effect he wanted from me. I just kept moving closer to the window. Michael dragged me back to the center of the room agitated at my weird action with less responses and he kneeled down grabbing me by my collar shirt. I tried prying myself off of him but he started pouncing on me with his fist furiously and hurriedly. I wasn't even fighting him back anymore, I wanted to get to my bracelet, there was blood on the floor, my face was filled with spilled blood, I was adamant on getting my bracelet back. I couldn't think nor feel what was happening. I just stayed there trying to move towards the window like a dog hit by a car in the middle of the road trying to move to the other side.

"You, shameless peace of trash that William and Melissa made a mistake on, I will......" Michael didn't get to finish his sentence.

'Did he just...' The moment I heard him muttering my parent's names, especially my fathers, it was like a jolt went through my body. My eyes shone all black, I saw only blood when looking at Michael.

'You do not get to say their names, his name'. I held his head haltingly, roughly hitting it against the floor board’s whiles standing up slowly breathing hard gaining my strength. Him saying his name got me so pissed off I needed to end him. I wanted him to undo saying his name.

"Lucky bastard" he shrieked as he stood up slowly touching his hit side head.

“I like you now, you give out a good fight, but not enough” he continued sarcastically rubbing his head.

He looked at me with so much rage I moved closer to him, but that changed drastically at the sight I possessed, I caused his body to tremble violently, frightened he moved further away from me.

'Get away from me you freak, what are you?' I could hear him scream but his mouth wasn’t moving. I did not pay attention though, I don’t know what scared him about me. He had the same look my mother had when she saw me the day my father gave me the bracelet.

He kept rambling out of breath, I turned around and there was a broken mirror on my table I saw one of my eyes, they were crescent black, like the white part wasn't there anymore but black and round rings of yellow and red like they were in flames.

‘What in the hell?’ I lifted my hand to touch my face but my arms were filled with veins that seemed to be growing and about to pop it started to scare me too.

I wasn’t thinking clearly, it was like something took over me.

'What am I? We are We! I head a voice' someone replied.

“Stop talking!” I yelled at Michael who was still standing looking at me weirdly.

My chest heaved up and down I was scared of what was happening. Michael looked like he was seeing a ghost, and I swear I felt like my height was growing. I was scared of myself too, I didn’t know if I was hallucinating or it was real. He stood up ready to pounce at me, I on the other hand was busy imagining things although I took his right hand that was making its way to my face easily like I anticipated his move and crushed it with my own hand that looked bigger than his like a wet sponge.

‘Enough!’ a voice yelled making me cringe.

Thinking it was Michael, I tuned to him. It was like I wasn't me anymore. It was like I wasn’t in control. I lost all senses and something took over. I started hitting Michael so hard he went flying across the room, he shrieked with pain as his body hit the walls on my room. As he was trying to stand up clutching his ribs that looked like they hurt like hell, I approached hastily not aware of my actions anymore, not giving him the time to regain his strength. I held him by his neck and lifted him up like a piece of paper placing his back against the wall. Michael's eyes bulged out, his legs were dangling, his hands clutching mine trying to pry it away, but it was no use, I was too strong, he was too weak.

'What the hell?' he coughed out blood still rambling as he wriggled around trying to be free.

I did not pry but hit his back against the wall again still holding him up by his neck gaining a yelp from him. Michael started turning red, his face was going pale, he couldn't breathe I could tell for he was grasping for air.

Without emotion I hit him on the stomach so hard I'm sure he felt the world closing in on him. He was yelping, grasping for air trying to loosen my grip but I wasn’t moving one bit. I was enjoying it a little too much. I looked at him, studying him like I was holding up an animal in the lab studying its body size and moves. He clutched my neck trying to gag me back but to his surprise it was like he just pissed me off more, in fact nothing was happening just that I hated him prying on me.