Vatsal Parekh (Victory Watson)

Horror Crime Thriller

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Vatsal Parekh (Victory Watson)

Horror Crime Thriller

Threatening (Chapter-14)

Threatening (Chapter-14)

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"Why do you keep hitting me?" I screamed after he scraggle my hair and slapped me across the face. I ran towards him. I looked like I was possessed, my hair was falling in front of my face as I tried to throw it back. I was wearing the same pyjamas that I had put on once I arrived at my mum's house. I was a mess. If I stood there and took it then he would hit me, so I thought that I had nothing to lose if I lashed out at him. It was true. Either way I was going to die in the end if he carried on hitting me, so it was my time to shine. I had, had enough! This was it. Time to stand up for myself and stop his bullying behavior even if I was to be punched and made to feel worthless. At least I could say that I tried to stick up for myself.

"Because I can."

He shrugged his shoulders and got ready to hit me again. I closed my eyes and turned my head away ready to let him do it when he spoke up. 

"If you allow others to hit you then they will carry on doing it. Maybe if you stood up for yourself then you won't have it happen to you. Simple."

"How do you expect me to fight off a boy like yourself. Impossible!" I squinted my eyes and he laughed. He was three times my size! He could hit me, and I would be asleep in seconds because he knew how to throw a punch. I had been on the receiving end to be able to confirm that. I was being honest with him. How could he expect me to fight back when he would hurt me? I couldn't because when he did attack, he left behind some serious bruises and emotional scars. 

"I'm not a boy for one. I'm twenty-five love. Two you hit back, it's as simple as that." He had lied about his age too. Well, that should have been expected I thought to myself as I rolled my eyes. I was sick to death of him and his games. How any victim can sit back and take years of abuse I couldn't tell you because I was done with it after two months. I was going to explode. 

"Why do you keep taking me?" I asked him that all so important question. Why? What was the reason for taking me when I was so mentally screwed up, I wouldn't know how to get out of it. Or could that be the reason why I was his chosen one? Because I was a woman who allowed others to make her the laughing stock? A woman who was so emotionally scarred and physically bruised she could take punch after punch and still find a way to get up each passing day. I didn't know. 

"As I said-" He smirked crossing his arms. I could see that he was thinking about something, but I couldn't put my finger on it. There was definitely something wrong with him and I had a sudden urge to search through all of his doctors' records. I wanted to know all of the juicy details. My chances of being able to get his records were nonexistent. That didn't mean that I couldn't wish for it. The same way as I wished for my freedom every second of the day. Still, I wasn't going to have a fairy godmother come to my rescue and make my life one amazing fairy tale. It was all wishes and dreams. 

"Yes. I know! I cannot leave you; I never will leave you; nobody can help me; I can only help my fucking self. Not that I will ever understand your invalid statement." I screamed. I was emotionally unattached to myself. I didn't know what I was thinking when I started to belt out what I thought. My mind was in overdrive, and I was being dragged with it. All that I could do was go with the flow and I had no idea where that was going to take me. 

"Think about that statement."

"I have!" 

"So fucking stupid!" 

That statement made me flip my lid. I was no longer that innocent girl who would lay down on the floor and suffer from abuse.

"How am I stupid? I'm not fucking stupid. I slipped past your men yesterday and they didn't have a clue. I managed to find my way home from Ireland. I have managed to survive with you treating me like I'm your toy. I am not fucking stupid."

"Finally. She snaps. Only two months later." He rolled his eyes. I looked up at him through wet eyes. I wasn't myself. I had lost who I was many years before he had taken me. 

"Why would you want me to hate you so much to where I snap?" 

"Goodbye." 

He got up and walked out of the room again. Yes, I was locked inside a small room all alone. I was starting to lose my god damn mind. I was angry, vicious and ready to tear his head off. I had started to form into a demonic aggressive mess instead of this innocent plastic doll who would take his shit. I screamed at the top of my lungs. He didn't open the door for three days and I stared out at the fields for days. I was riddled with anger ready to attack. I wasn't playing anymore. His statement made no sense to me. I was breaking it down and still; it was a riddle that didn't show me which direction that I needed to turn. 

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