Beauty and the Beast

Don't Let Go

Chapter Twenty - Don't Let Go

        Flashes of reality  would flow through my dream state. My father was pushing me on the swings. Laughter was flowing through the air. I couldn't help but giggle when daddy lifted me up and swung me around in his arms. I looked down to see his face morph into something else. The careless smile slipped from my face as Alex's blue eyes came into view. I struggled to get away, pulling and twisting my way from his grip. He simply slammed me down on the grass. He tore at my clothes as a scream bubbled up my throat. 

        Then he was gone. I was seven and my father was tucking me in for bed. It contiued on like this for some time. Alex would make appearances in my dreams. It coiuld be him, cleaning me, thrusting in and out, sticking needles in my wrists; that I think were meant for food. I was pushed into the back of my mind, letting my mind protect me from something that no one whould ever have to go through. 

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         The last memory I have of my mother that isn't tainted with her sickness, was when I was seven. I was sitting in front of my mom's dresser and she was standing behind me, brushing my hair. She would talk about her problems at work like I was the best friend that she would vent to. I just nodded my head, accepting whatever she talked about.

        "Ann..." I looked up to meet her eyes in the mirror. She had stopped brushing my hair. "The daughter I raised is a fighter." The anger in her eyes scared me. "You fight back and you don't let go! Do you understand me?"

        I nodded my head meekly at her. She went back to brushing my hair as if she didn't just demand me to protect myself. I closed my eyes wanting to obey my mother's last wish and opened my eyes...

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        He was hovering above me. It looks like its time for another bath. I kept my breath steady, as if I was still unconcious. He lifted my naked body and walked out of the cold room and into a bathroom across the hall. He slowly lowered me into the bath. He grabbed the sponge hanging from the knob and squirted soap onto it. 

        Disgust and anger flowed through my veins as he started to wash my nether parts. As he was bent over the tub I grabbed his head and shoulders and pushed his head into the water. He struggled and his fists pushed at me but I was numb already. I felt nothing but the desire to reciprocate what he gave me. 

        My tunnel vision finally stopped when he flowed limp in the tub. I let him go and he fell backwards, smacking his head on the tile floor. Disgust was still evident in my body. I stood up and turned the showerhead on and scrubbed my body. Tears flowed from my eyes as I tried to rid the dirt that he put in me. It wouldn't come off.

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        When there was no soap left, I stepped from the shower and dryed myself with the towel hanging on the rack. I tucked the towel around my body and grabbed Alex's foot and pulled him out of the bathroom and into the room across the hall. The keys to the manacles were in his pocket. I heaved his heavy body onto the piss stained mattress and locked him up. His head lolled to the side. I looked around the room for a weapon. Something that could let me release all of this anger.

        In the corner, there is a metal pole with jagged ends. It looks like a pipe that has been torn from the plumbing. I grabbed it and made my way out of the room. The stench of rogues filled my senses as I made my way through the never ending hallway. I looked in each bedroom, hoping to find a better weapon or clothes. Luckily, the fifth room I opened looked like a panic room. There was food stocked, extra clothes for all sizes, and guns and knives. 

        I stuffed my face with the prepackaged food and slipped on a sweater and sweats. I dropped the metal stick and picked up a mackine gun. I sent a silent prayer to my father, thanking him for teaching me how to shoot and headed out of the room and to the end of the hall. The last door was a staircase that led up to rogue stench, talking, and electronic noise. I felt a smile slip onto my face as I realized that the rogues from before are up the stairs. 

        My wolf urged me to give them all what they deserved and I was more than happy to oblige. I crept up the stairs, holding the gun to my shoulder. Having already checked the ammo, I know that I have more than enough to take them out. My bloodlust got the best of me when I reached the top and saw all of the men happy and joking around, as if there wasn't a girl being raped in the basement. My anger and rage pushed my finger and didn't let go.

        Blood spurted from the bullet holes in their chests. None had a chance to attack, when they ran at me I would shoot the in the forehead. The walls were painted red and I couldn't help but feel glee from having defeated all of the disgusting rogues. I walked aroung in the kitchen and grabbed the sharpest knives that I could find. It was Alex's turn. I felt no remorse or guilt as I turned from the bloody mess on the first floor. I had become the beast.