CHAPTER ELEVEN

"What the hell happened?" Alistair spat at me loudly making me cringe into the corner.

His face was red and his eyes were bulging out of his head glaring at me.

"I don't know," I lied, I didn't want to be a part of this, I was good.

If I'm good there's no beating, I learned that a couple years ago.

Waiting for it I flinched.

"Oh no, I'll get you when we get home, now get your ass to the car and I'll meet you out there after I see my son." Alastair said in a low sneer.

Out of fear all I did was nod and run out the scary doors towards the car.

Remembering Colby's cigarettes were in his unlocked car not too far away from this one, I took a quick glance toward the hospital, ran towards Colby's door, opened it grabbed a cigarette from the package from the glove box with the lighter and shut the car door and ran back towards Alastair's.

I carefully put both the cigarette and the lighter in my pocket and waited for him to show up.

I know how much of a beating I'm going to get when we get home.

Usually he hits below the face, this time I don't think I'll be so lucky.

Suddenly the doors opened and the car beeped indicating it's unlocked, I quickly got inside and put on the seatbelt and waited as the big chubby man tried to get into the car.

He looked at me still red-faced and flaring he turned on the ignition and sped out of the parking lot.

I uncomfortably looked out the window with tears rolling down my face, maybe he realized I wasn't a good fit for Colby.

Maybe he found someone better for him and that was my last meal, you know like it says in the bible.

I tried to pray before but I don't think I'm important enough for them to be answered, so I stopped.

Fifteen minutes went by and we were at the big gates to the house. I took a quick glance towards Alastair and if he was strong enough the steering wheel would have crumbled to dust from how tight he was gripping it.

He parked the car in his usual spot and got out to walk to my side before I could undo my seat-belt. He angrily opened the door and with a rip he took my hair and began dragging me into the house.

With surprise I screamed from pain and felt a trickle of blood fall from my scalp.

He opened the sliding doors and continued to drag me through, you could see where his hand was on the glass because it was covered in blood, not just blood, my blood.

This is it; today he is finally going to kill me.

I dug my nails into the white carpet trying to stay on this floor, he kicked me in the face and more blood sprayed everywhere and my sunglasses broke into pieces.

Too bright, I can't see, I began panicking, I began kicking and screaming, the name off my lips I never thought I'd say.

"Colby, Colby I'm scared," Blood and tears, the metallic taste in my mouth and then all the light disappeared and so was the air in my lungs.

Alastair threw me down the stairs and heard a repeating sound of cracking of my skull hitting the concrete stairs.

Once I got my surroundings that big chubby man made it down in seconds kicking me in the stomach over and over, and everything of what I ate today came back up, as well as the blood filling my lungs, choking sucking in as much air before it was taken out of me again.

I began crawling towards my bed, with blood and tears smeared all over my face.

"I'm sorry, please," I begged hoping he would stop.

"I learned my lesson," I added with a breathless gasp.

"N-never again I-I promise," I hiccupped while stuttering from tears wrapping my arms around my knees protecting the rest of my body.

"Fucking better have," Alastair spat while giving me on final good kick before heading back up those squeaky steps that bended under his weight and slammed the door behind him.

It began with a shudder and then went to the rest of my body as tears fell harder that shook me to the core, I began to gasp as I hyperventilated trying to quieten my sobs as I rocked back and forth. 

I began to feel dizzy and felt myself disappearing into the dark abyss of my mind.







Colby's P.O.V




I hissed at the needle going through my skin as it began pulling the wound back together.

I regained consciousness once I got in the surgery room.

I looked around noticing that Chloe was nowhere to be seen, I groggily looked at the doctor.

"Yo, Doc where's the girl that brought me in?" I panicked.

"Your father came and picked her up," He said nonchalantly, my eyes went wide.

"Did you say my father?" I asked clarifying.

"Yes, your mother is in the waiting room," He said, checking his checklist.

"Why are they here?" I asked angrily.

He took off his glasses and looked me in the eye.

"Colby, you are eighteen years old, but you still live with your parents, and they are your next of kin, so basically I had no choice." His ice grey eyes stared straight through me.

"How long was I here?" I questioned getting up, which didn't take me long to realize I had been cuffed to the hospital bed.

"What the fuck?" I screamed pulling against the cuffs.

"Another one of your fathers orders," He said writing on his check board before heading out the door.

"This is bull shit!" I screamed after him.

Suddenly my mother walked in after the doctor exited.

"Colby, how are you feeling? Are you in any pain?" My mother questioned with worry but I couldn't care less about how I was feeling.