The Moon's Descendant - Chapter 58 - Goodbye Daddy
Zelena.
I clung on to Gunner’s arm as we walked slowly down the stairs to the cell. I turned and buried my face into his chest.
“Don’t leave me” I whispered.
“Never” he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and squeezed me tight.
We got to the bottom of the stairs and found Spartan waiting by the cell door. He looked at me and his body tensed, a deep growl came from the back of his throat. Gunner growled and Spartan snapped his eyes to him and shook his head.
“I’ll be upstairs” he huffed, as he walked by his huge chest brushed against my arm and a small whimper fell from my mouth. He growled again and Gunner stared him down until he was up the stairs.
“You’re not making this easy on everyone” he said brushing his lips against my neck. A move that would usually get my legs shaking but I couldn’t focus on anything other than the cell door. I stepped forward and reached for the door handle, but Gunner grabbed my hand.
“What?” I snapped,
“Zee, he uh, he didn’t exactly cooperate”
“So, what?”
“So, he got beat a little”
“He did?” I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Hank finally getting a beating of his own. Gunner’s brows raised as he looked at my expression curiously.
“Zee?” he questioned,
“Huh, it’s fine just let me in” I pushed passed him and turned the doorknob, pulling open the big steel door. I walked in and looked around at the scene before me. There was blood splattered on the floor and one of the walls. In the middle of the room sat my father, chained to a chair with his head slumped forward. I walked in and stood in front of him but he didn’t move. Oh my god is he dead? Gunner stepped up and tapped him hard on the cheek and stepped back again. Hank stirred and lifted his head, locking his eyes on mine. His face was covered in blood, his eye was swollen over and had open cuts on his lip, chin, cheek and eyebrow. Underneath that I could see that his skin was pale and clammy, he has been beaten around a lot, clearly. He smiled at me and half huffed, half laughed.
“Ah daughter” he groaned groggily,
“Come to let Daddy out of this shit hole, have you?” Gunner growled from behind me,
“Don’t growl at me mutt” Hunk yelled causing me to jump at his ever so familiar aggressive voice. He struggled in his chair trying to free his arms.
“I’ll fucking kill you once I get out of here, you fucking dog, you’re dead you hear me?” he snarled and mumbled eyeing Gunner as he fought.
“Stop it, please” I said shakily.
He turned his eyes back to me and raked them slowly over my body. I felt so exposed and vulnerable under his heated glare. The mere feel of his gaze drinking in my body made me feel dirty.
“I see it didn’t take long for them to make you into a proper whore, look at you with your tight fucking clothes and your tits out for those mangey dogs. You’re one too though aren’t you, a fucking dog. I see that disgusting bite on your neck and on his” he spat with disgust in his voice. Gunner growled viciously at his harsh comments. Hank looked back over at him and tried again to fight his way out of the chair, mumbling and cursing to himself. I forgot how his words made me feel. It was like a whole other life ago that I got those comments on a daily. But now they didn’t make me feel small and worthless, they just made me angry.
“Dad” I snapped. He turned his gaze back to me and smiled again. The smile was not from happiness though, behind it was just pure evil and it made my skin crawl. He chuckled a little looking back at Gunner again,
“You didn’t tell her?” he snickered. I snapped my eyes to Gunner and he was glaring angrily at my father.
“Tell me what?” I demanded. They were both silent for a minute neither one answering my question.
“Tell me what!?” I screamed. A wave of emotion rolled off me, hitting Gunner and my father like a stiff breeze. They both looked back at me wide eyed. Then Hank laughed again.
“I’m not your father, you stupid little slut” he hissed. Gunner leapt forward and punched Hank in the mouth, his head snapped to the side and he spat blood across the floor. Not quite grasping what he just said, I stumbled back onto the chair behind me and slumped down. I put my hand to my chest a breathed deeply.
“You’re not my dad?” I spoke aloud.
“I would never sire a little beast like you” he spat. Gunner growled and stepped forward again.
“Enough Gunner” I snapped at him, holding my hand up. He looked at me and paused, with a reluctant huff he stood back, leaning against the wall.
“If you're not my dad then where is he?”
“He’s dead, I killed him” he chuckled maliciously. His words sent a sharp pain running through my body and into my heart. He killed my father, my real father. A tear fell from my eye before the red hot anger in my stomach began to burn.
“Why?” I demanded glowering at Hank.
“Because he was a filthy wolf and got in our way”
“Who’s way?”
“My clan”
“You’re what?”
“My clan of hunters”.
I gasped, his words hitting me like a punch to the chest. A hunter. I was raised by a werewolf hunter. But why?
“W-Wha-Why?" I stuttered.
“Because we know where you came from. We know who you are. The line of the great and powerful Selene, the dirty witch that cursed this land with your wretched wolf kind” his voice got louder and louder as he preached at me.
“You’re an abomination on this earth!” he yelled, his words were full of hatred and disdain. He truly despised me and my species. But if so, why would he keep me, why would he make me believe that he was my father?
“Why did you keep me alive, if you hate my kind so much, why not just kill me?” my voice was starting to shake and the anger was rising in my stomach.
“Because we also know what the whores from your line are capable of. Special powers they say. What a joke! Look at you, you worthless flea bag, there’s nothing special and powerful about you! Seventeen years I've wasted with you” he yelled, thrashing about in his chair.
I stared at him blankly, how could he know this? And then it dawned on me.
“My mother” I whispered.
His eyes lowered and that evil grin returned to his face.
“Your mother” he repeated.
“Where is my mother?”
He tossed his head back and cackled.
“She’s dead. Now she, she was formidable, an incredible creature. Fought to her very last breath. Killed a lot of us before we finally took her out” his voice was void of any emotion and he didn’t look at me as he spoke of her.
The burning anger inside me erupted like a volcano. I could feel it spilling out of me as I stared at the murderous bastard that raised me. I felt my feet lift off the floor as I floated in front of Hank. A look of terror flooded his face as he watched me rise.
“It can’t be” he whimpered shaking his head.
I reached my hand out to him and flexed my fingers. He cried out in pain as the chair began to collapse beneath him.
“You killed my mother” I screamed, twisting my hand as he called out for me to stop. I thought back to every time he hit me, every ounce of pain he inflicted on my body. I was going to give it all back to him now. I clenched my fingers again and his chair folded into the floor his legs shattered and compressed along with it.
“Zelena stop” I heard Gunner yell. I pushed out my hand towards him, keeping him from stopping me as I took my revenge out on my father.
“Did you enjoy it Hank, torturing me all those years? I was innocent” I screamed at his crumbling body.
“You’re not innocent, you’re a monster” he wailed as I turned my hand over him again. I could once again feel the blows of his fists to my body, the whips and burns and slashes to my skin. Every torment and torture he inflicted on me was now replaying in my mind's eye. My past pain echoed through me once again. The chains holding him down broke apart and his arms snapped and twisted and compacted inwards. His tortuous cry fuelled my rage. I lowered my eyes and opened my mouth, an agonising scream filled with the memories of my childhood trauma shot out from deep inside me, crashing over Hank like a wall of water. With one last flex and turn of my hand his head crunched back and snapped to the side and his screams stopped. I looked down at his mangled body and a wave of satisfaction breezed over me.
I fell to the floor but was caught in Gunners arms. I felt weak and drained, my eyes got cloudy and my breath hitched in my throat.
“Zelena, what did you do?” Gunner questioned. His face was horrified and filled with sadness. I reached up to cup his cheek in my hand.
“I had to” I whispered. My head fell back and my eyes blurred over. A darkness blanketed over me and I was gone.
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