
Its My Fault
Chapter 9
Lizzie's POV
I wake up in my room, again. I reach in my pants pocket to pull out my phone, but I'm surprised to find it isn't there. I get up and turn the doorknob, only its locked, finally I go to the window, only it won't open. Well I know my dad isn't drunk to plan all this.
"Dadddd!!!!!" I yell at the top of my lungs
I hear him come up the stairs and unlock my door, "What is it?!" He yells at me.
"Can I have my phone, or better yet, freedom?" I ask in a smart elek tone.
"Whores don't get what they want," He says simply.
"What did I do?" I ask, I'm so confused right now.
"Don't look at me like that!" He says demanding, leaving my room.
I sit on my bed, I'm hoarse from screaming for my dad as loud as humanly possible. I wish I could text Harry but I know that isn't an option. I'm hitting rock bottom.
"Dad!" I try to call for him one more time. He's only been up her like three times because of his poker game with some friends. I'm bored so I kinda wanna annoy him. He said if he had to come up one one time there would be consequences. I kinda wanna see how far I can push him.
I hear him stop his way up the stairs, I laugh to myself, he sounds angry.
"What the hell do you want slut?!" My dad bellows.
"I love you daddy!" I say like a child.
He stands in my doorway, his face turning red and breathing deep.
"You called me up from my poker game for this!?" He screams coming towards me.
"Daddy, I-I'm sorry..." I say backing up hitting the wall. He looks scary right now.
"Come here." He says and points in front of him, I hesitate. "Come here!" He says, I shakily walk toward him.
"Daddy..."
"I'm not your fucking dad!" He yells making me flinch, I always regret making him mad, he's scary.
"W-w-what?" I ask.
"Just come the fuck here!" I do as I'm told, when I'm finally where he's pointing he grabs my hair.
"Ow, that hurts!" I wimper.
"I don't care!" He starts dragging me out of my room.
"I'm sorry for whatever I did!" I yell crying. I try to fall to my knees but my dad just yanks me back up just, causing sharp pain to go through my scalp.
He ignores me and drags me down the hall and down the stairs. I try to follow behind so it doesn't hurt as bad, but his strides are to big so I bounce on every stair. Finally we reach the main floor. He throws me down in front of his friends and they all laugh. I find nothing funny about the situation, I mean my body is in pain and I'm pretty sure I'm crying.
"Get up!" My dad says laughing along with his friends.
"O-o-okay..." Though my legs scream in protest I pull myself up.
"Come on the funs not over yet." He says wickedly and starts dragging me towards the basement.
He drags me down a second flight of steps. Our basement has two rooms, the furnished, nice comfortable room, and the cold, dark, second room. I know which one he is taking me in too. I hate the second room. I remember when I was little and he'd chain me to a pole when I was being loud and interrupting poker or drinking with his friends. A lot of times his friends would "monitor me". Usually that was code name for rape me or sexually assault me.
I feel something move in my stomach and I'm flooded with worry. I realize the tumbles down the stairs could have hurt my baby. I start to cry harder than before. But my dad snaps me out of my worrying as he clamps a cold chain around my wrist, its connected to one of the water pipes in the second room.
"Now be good, I'll be down here later, I have some stuff to explain." He says walking out leaving me alone on the cold floor, chained to a pipe.
Notes
Guyyyssssss tell me what chu think lol sorry I haven't updated in awhile. Do you guys like it so far?
@Heyy_its_louis
Wow thanks. I'll try to update asap! :)
4/25/14