Chapter eighty eight

Chapter Twelve

Anna POV

As I was walking home I felt like someone was watching me. I looked around but couldn't see anyone. I was probably just being paranoid. I shook the feeling off and did my usual after-school routine. I struggled to walk home limping. I wish I could've accepted the lift from Asher but how could I firstly my father would cereal out secondly if he saw where I lived he'd probably run for the hills and I didn't want to lose him. I stopped in the little shop of my father’s hunting buddy and stocked up on alcohol for my dad.

When I got home, I saw the light on but dim. That means that my father is at home.
The atmosphere is tense and dark like always. I tried to not disturb my dad and hurried to the kitchen and put everything away. I quickly made my dad something to eat and got him his whiskey. I feel nervous. I hoped he'd just accept what I brought him so I could start on my homework.

He was sitting staring at a photo when I walked into the dining room. I thought it was my mother. It was actually a picture of the three of us. I was surprised my face wasn't scratched or coloured out like every other picture in the house. There was another photo on the table that I didn't get a chance to look at. When I placed everything down he snapped out of his reverie and started yelling.

He picked up the plate and threw it at my head. I had done him the wrong thing how stupid could I be?

"You worthless good nothing sl*t. If you're
going to go wh"ring yourself around I'll treat you how you should be treated. I'm so ashamed of you. Thank god your mother is dead so she doesn't have to witness such awful behaviour from her daughter."

At the mention of my mother tears welled up
in my eyes. Then I saw the photo on the
table. It was me and Asher hugging under the tree in the school garden. I'm in deep sh*t. How
did he get that? Was my father spying on me or maybe one of the kids at school sent it to him?
Then the main cause of concern flashed in my
head. What's he going to do? Before I could even open my mouth to possibly explain myself, I felt myself being launched backwards.

He slammed me into the wall. I whacked my head and there was a loud bang. He held me by my neck, successfully choking me. I clawed at his arms trying to breathe. He didn't like this and the anger in his eyes became more intense. Slowly black dots were filling my vision. I was trying to fight the darkness consuming me knowing if I didn't fight I probably wouldn't wake up. How much has changed since I met Asher? If this had happened before I probably would've accepted this but something made me want to live and that something was Asher and the joy he brought to me. He finally let go and I fell to the floor coughing and gasping for air. I was
Fighting the black dots clouding my vision. I
was fighting for myself and Asher.

O, Asher! It’s as if I will not see him again. But even so, I am glad that he was part of my life even though it’s just for a short while.


My father called out to someone and they came into the room. Whoever it was threw my dad a wad of cash and my dad grinned. It wasn't a pleasant grin, there was something sadistic about it.

Uh oh, what's happening? I started to panic. I tried backing out of the room slowly trying not to attract attention. I had a bad feeling about what might happen but my father grabbed me and threw me at the stranger. I am terrified. This man smelt of drugs and smoke. I still had no idea what he looked like.

My head is still pounding from hitting the wall. I feel dizzy and disoriented.

"Now my little wh*re show him a good time
He paid me good money."

I started sobbing hard as I was dragged up
the stairs. The man was dragging me by my feet and each step he went up my head was being banged off a step. I tried to kick him away but I was too weak. My vision is growing darker by the second from the constant hits on my head. I now know exactly what was going to happen and I had no way to stop it. I couldn't run. I couldn't fight. I am not going to be saved. I had no energy
from the whack to my head, lack of sleep and
lack of food. When was the last time I'd eaten
I can't even remember. Maybe a day or two ago. Asher had tried to get me to eat at lunch but I said I had a big breakfast. Stupid. Now god knows what's going to happen. I just wished I had opened up to Asher more. Maybe he would have looked for a solution for me. Today was probably the last day I'd ever see him. As the tears flowed I accepted my fate, and I gave up all hope. With that thought, I closed my eyes and begged for the darkness to consume me as I awaited my death.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang and my eyes flew open.
Then the door flew off its hinges. I sobbed in relief as I saw him. How come he is here and what is he even doing in this area? Was this some illusion? What if it was real? Maybe I would be saved but I started to freak out when I saw his eyes. It was pitch black. Like the darkest shade of black. How is that even possible? Then finally. Everything went black...