A Rebel Love Story: The Prophet And The Fighter

Chapter Ten

I cringe as my adoptive father slaps me across my face. I sure didn't miss this when I was with Andy and the guys.
"Say that again," he screamed at me.
"I met someone who will adopt me and treat me better than the son of a b I'm looking at right now," I replied with confidence that I so didn't have. I wish the guys were here right now, then I'd have no problem kicking his ass all the way to Timbuktu.
He decided to punch me in my gut, which made me groan in pain. Oh, did I mention he has me locked in his bedroom?
Yeah, I don't have any good feelings either.
I backed up against the wall and put my hands behind my back into my pocket. My "dad" was so entertained with my pain that he didn't notice my movements, so I speed dialed Cye to help me get out of this hell hole.
"You are never leaving this house, understand?" My attacker snarled at me.
"You can't keep me here," I replied with as much boredom I could muster. Then I felt my phone buzz twice and it was all I could do but not smile like the joker. But I kept calm and made him think that he was in control while I switched off my phone expertly behind my back so he couldn't get into it if he did try to actually pin me down.
"If you try to escape, then you'll just have to be punished." His eyes twinkled when he said that, which kind of scared me. I knew what he was capable of, and that was the only thing that I've come across that I'm actually scared of.
His work is rather sadistic. This mansion use to be an asylum, so there is a secret part of the basement, and that's where I've seen and heard my "dad" do things to my adoptive mum. The screams of terror that I've heard while I'm in my room gave me nightmares while I slept. There was a way that he could block make noise not be heard throughout the house, but he wanted me to hear them. Besides, there was no one around us, no road, no homes, nothing. Just a long driveway, so it's not like anyone could hear the screams.
"You wouldn't..." I said nervously.
He raised an eyebrow and replied,
"You're not a minor, technically I can do whatever the hell I want. You're also not really my daughter." He laughed and walked closer to me.
Ding dong!
I released a shaky breath as he cursed under his breath and went to go get the door.
As soon as he was down the stairs I ran to my bedroom and grabbed the rest of my rooms stuff, which wasn't really much. A few posters, my laptop, CD's, DVD's, more clothes and a few other things. Everything was packed up in one duffle bag and a carry on bag. I was so glad to be out of this place.
Quickly, I took a peak out of my window for old times sake and because I had a clear few of who rang the doorbell. But I saw that Cye's truck was not the only car in the driveway. There was a huge tour buss.
No. This was not possible. They were supposed to be on tour out of Florida!
My heart skipped a beat as I saw CC and Cye at the door talking to a very angry psychopath. If CC was here then Andy...
I didn't waste any time grabbing my bags and making sure my teddy bear was not left behind/squished/hidden from view.
Yes I still have a bear. Don't judge.
As I ran down the stairs, I made sure I didn't trip down the stairs and cause a distraction from the distraction that my friends were causing in order for me to sneak out.
Then I see my adoptive mum covered with cuts down her arms and a lot of blood surrounded her in the kitchen. I dropped my bags and ran to grab towels.
"Skyler..." She weakly smiled.
"You are not leaving me," I said sternly.
"Don't even think about it."
I search around the entire kitchen for towels, no luck.
"Where the hell are the god damned towels?!" I shouted, not caring if that man heard me. I rip off my shirt and tear it into bandages. I nearly slip on the amount of blood there is.
There can't be that much blood coming from her from just two slits.
I look at her legs and almost cry as I see two, deep and big X's on her thighs. There was no way my makeshift bandages would stop the bleeding.
Then I see her falling asleep.
"Aw hell no," I say as I shake her awake and dial 911.
"Hello this is 911, please state your emergency," the lady on the end of the phone says.
"Hi, yeah, I have an attempted suicide and a guy that is going to torture me," I reply as calmly as I can.
"Okay we'll have someone investigate on that guy you're talking about but meanwhile please tell me you're location so we can send an ambulance." I told her our address and she walked me through trying to keep my mum awake and bandage the cuts as best I could.
While I was trying to keep my mum alive, I heard shouting and then I heard a gunshot and I ran from the room, giving my weak mother the phone and grabbing my switch knife and Nunchakus.
Did I mention that I know every style of fighting?
As I ready my mind for fighting I gasp as I see Andy's shirt covered in blood and my dad has the gun. My instincts kick in and I whack the SOB where no man wants to be hit and he crumbles. Then I hit his head hard with my weapon and knock him out. We hear the sirens of the ambulance and that snaps me back to reality. I run over to Andy and yell at Jinxx, Jake and Cye to go get my mum.