Lost

Twenty-one

Auroras pov

"Really, My Little Pony?" 

"I wanna watch!" Will says going to the other side of the car and getting in.

"What? It's a good show." I said as Tom shakes his head.

"Ah, can we watch Sasha and the Bear next?" Will asked.

"Of course!" I said smiling as Will smiles looking at me.

/ / /

I sigh "Goodnight." I whisper.

"Good night, Mama's."

"Good night, love."

Tom and Will said and with that, I fell asleep.

Just not peacefully.

( Nightmare / memory )

"AUOURA!" I hear Anton shout. Quickly I run to 'our' room and go under the bed. My hands covering my mouth as sweat forms on my forehead.

Fear /fir/ - noun
An unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat.

That's what I'm feeling, fear. And it's running in my veins as my whole body is shaking.

"AUOURA, WHERE ARE YOU?!" Anton question.

The door is then slammed open as I whimper. I look to see Antons black shiny shoes right by the bed.

"Auoura, I've been too far from fucking nice. And I'm done being nice, just come out, if not your punishment will be worser." He says, I don't obey. I stay still, under the bed.

I scream as I suddenly feel cold hands on my ankles.

"NO, NO, NO I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY!" I shout, tears rolling down my cheeks as my grip on the metal bed frame tightens.

I scream in pain as he stomps on my hands causing them to let go of the bed frame, then goes to my ankles dragging me.

A few minutes later I scream in pain as he drags me down the stairs.

"I'm sorry." I whisper.

"Sorry? Then stop being a fucking brat you whore!" He shouts his face close to mine, spit going on my face from him screaming.

"Pl-please I - I I'm -im sor- sorry." I say hicpping from my crying. He plants a kiss on my lips smiling.

"It's ok..." He says trailing off as his eyes darken.

"But you're still going to be punished." He says slamming my head into the wall.

I groan as my head throbbing in pain.

My eyes go blurry, and right in this second. I wish I die. For the thousand time with being with Anton, I wish to die, again. Sweat forms on my forehead but I'm not hot it's cold.

My eyes widen as they land on Anton whom is grabbing a nail gun.

He walks towards me.