Forgotten

Chapter Twenty Four

Pulling into my old driveway my heart leaped. Not excitement but fear. Eli's face remained an emotionless mask until the car stopped. He turned to me his eyes dark

"Don't even think about running," He growled, "You know plenty well that you can't escape, princess." His hand touched my chin with the same affection that I had become used to, but in his eyes all that could be seen was hellish anger and taunting. I tried to open my mouth to agree, but all I could do was let out a choked sob. As he turned to get out of the car I thought, just maybe, I saw a tinge of sorrow lost in his shadowed eyes.

The house was just as I remembered, the outside at least. It was an average size for it being in the middle of a city, but somehow it just seemed to be more foreboding. It was painted the same grey as my father's eyes, less of a silver more of a cloudy grey. Now the paint was peeling from the walls. There was no sense in fixing the house, because no one would ever come near it. Even from the outside it reeked of blood.

"Daughter," Snapping my head to my right I saw grey eyes I hoped to never see again. The door to Eli's car was yanked open and a cold hand grabbed my wrist. His hands were always cold, just like him.

"Careful Dov," Eli said, but his voice was still harsh, "You know your wife wants to hurt her first." He smiled then. Not his sweet happy smile, but a demented broken smile. He almost appeared to not be human. It was sadistic how he looked at me. I didn't know what to think, do.

Pushing me into the house, I felt my wrists start to burn. My hands were being held behind my back and instinctively I was struggling. Eli was beside me close enough that I could see his clear pale skin. He refused to meet my gaze and for some reason that made me hurt more. Even though I felt repulsed at even the idea of being with him again. My heart still hurt. I felt stinging in my eyes and had to force myself not to cry.

"Go," My father opened the door to the basement and gave me a gentle shove, "She's waiting." My legs trembled and I didn't think I'd be able to handle stairs even if I gripped the handrails like my last lifeline I knew I'd still fall. "Eli take her down. Wouldn't want to damage that pretty face before her mother can get a hold of it." Eli chuckled before grabbing my shoulder and forcing me to descend the stairs to hell.