CHAPTER 46
Dad was really scaring me right now. I didn’t know what he was going to do. I was starting to wish that Jax had just left me in the lake to drown.
He grabbed my clothes and made me put my wet jacket back on and he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out of the hospital room.
He checked both ways to make sure the doctor wasn’t around and the nurses all looked busy, so we walked to the hallway and we started walking towards the exit.
“Dad. I really don’t think I should be leaving now. They want me to stay.” I said.
“I don’t give a shit what they want. I’m getting you out of here.” He demanded.
“Sir. Excuse me. What are you doing? She’s not meant to leave yet.” A nurse sang out. But dad ignored her.
I turned around in time to see her pick up the phone and no doubt she was calling security. But they didn’t make it in time.
Dad’s car was waiting at the entrance to the hospital and he pushed me in the backseat while he got in the passenger seat.
The driver was already waiting and he peeled away from the hospital like his life depended on it. And knowing my father, his life probably did depend on it.
As soon as we drove into our long driveway leading up to the house I could feel the butterflies in my stomach start to go crazy.
As soon as we’re inside that house then his rules are the only ones that apply. No one can help me now.
Maybe I should have asked Jax to stay with me.
No. That just would have made dad even more mad. And Jax wouldn’t be able to stay with me forever. He’d have to leave eventually and then I’d really be in for it.
Alright. I fucked up. I know that. I just have to accept that he’s going to punish me, severely, for it and move on. It’s not like he hasn’t beaten the crap out of me before.
I should be used to it by now.
As soon as the car came to a stop I slowly opened the door after my dad got out of his seat and he slammed the door shut.
I followed him into the house and he took his jacket off as soon as we got inside and he threw it over the back of one of the chairs in the living room.
“Because of you, I had to postpone a meeting with a very influential person.” He said, walking over to the bar and pouring himself a drink. Great. The only thing worse than my father is my father drunk. “If you weren’t my bargaining chip in another deal I’m making with someone else, you’d be buried with the rest of them.” Dad spat at me.
What the hell does that mean? What bargaining chip? What the hell does he have planned for me?
He’s using me as a bargaining chip?
I really don’t have a good feeling about this. I think I’m actually going to be sick.
I was standing in the middle of the room staring at the wall, trying to make sense of what dad just said but he just scoffed and stormed off to his office and slammed the door.
I jumped when the door slammed because I wasn’t expecting it, so I just walked upstairs to my room and closed the door.
He didn’t hit me. He didn’t even touch me.
Something’s not right here.
I looked at the closet that had the padlock on it. I was wondering when he was going to come up here and lock me in there for what I did today?
I sat on the floor under the window, listening to the rain and waiting to hear my father come upstairs to dish out my punishment.
It never came. Dad never came to my bedroom to lock me in the closet.
I did hear him when he came upstairs but he just went straight to his room and closed the door.
So I got changed and I climbed into the comfortable bed that was in my room and I snuggled up and enjoyed it while I could. I didn’t know how long I would get to enjoy it.
Even though dad didn’t come to my room, I couldn’t stop that part of me that made me really anxious that he was going to show up in the middle of the night.
It depends on how much he’s drinking at the moment.
And because of that, I couldn’t sleep. Not at all. I tried so hard and the bed was so comfortable, but he was still making me way too anxious to get any sleep at all.
I stayed in my room for a while in the morning. I heard him come out of his room at around 7am after he had showered and got dressed and ready for the day.
But even today was different. I didn’t hear him yelling. Not yelling for me or at any of the staff. Not that they are usually seen.
They try to steer clear of dad. And no one can blame them.
I cautiously climbed out of my bed and I opened my door to see that the coast was clear and I walked downstairs.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. There wasn’t anyone in the house that shouldn’t be here.
I didn’t see any of the staff. They were all hiding somewhere. But I was still curious as to what the hell was going on.
What was wrong with this man?
Usually I can’t get him to shut up when he’s angry at me. He calls me every name in the book and then locks me in the closet. He hasn’t done any of that.
His silence was worse than his yelling. At least when he’s yelling I know what to expect.
But this, this was something scarier.
I eventually found dad in the dining room eating his breakfast.
His laptop was on the table and there was a large photo on the screen of Jax’s face.
I started to find that I was having trouble breathing. My heart started racing.
Is he going to go after him? He already found out who he is. Is he going to hurt him because he helped me?
He just sat there looking at me as he saw my anxiety getting higher and higher and he even smirked like he was enjoying it.
He was enjoying this emotional abuse that he’s putting me through right now.
He knew what he was doing. And he was fucking good at it. He knows that I don’t want anyone to get hurt. But too many people have already been hurt because of me already.
Those people didn’t mean anything to me. They were just people that I had never met before. Of course I feel horrible that they’re dead. Of course I feel guilty that I’m the reason that they’re dead. But Jax. He saved me. That means a little more in my books.
“One more step out of line and he’s the next one to go.” Dad said with malicious satisfaction.
I turned around and ran back upstairs and closed the door to my bedroom.
I leaned against the door and I slid down to the ground holding my knees to my chest.
And that’s when it hit me. No matter what I do or how hard I try, I’m never going to escape this man. I’m never going to be free of his control.
Every attempt to escape will just get someone hurt. And I can no longer dare risk anyone else’s life for my own. I have to stay here.
There’s no way out.
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