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 3rd pov;

“Always trying to get away from me huh?” He backslapped her across the face, the sound echoing in the bright hallway.

A whimper escaped through her lips.

His eyes filled with rage. The blonde curls that fell on his forehead were now soaked with his own sweat. “You are such a disgusting human being, no wonder your mother left you to me, on my fucking mercy.” He gritted out. 

His jaw clenched, not liking the sounds of her innocent whimpers.

The little girl flinched. She wanted to hug her mommy. “Liar.” She whispered. “My mommy wants me.”

His eyebrow quirked at the sudden confidence of the little girl. Her eyes glistening with fresh tears. “Oh really? The mommy loves her princess?” He mocked, a scoff erupted from his mouth.

 “As if.” He mumbled.

Gripping her forearm, he led her towards the basement. 

She always loathed the darkness. And he loved to torment her with her very own fears. She tried to yank her arm away but she knew he was much stronger and bulkier than her little frame. “Leave me.” She screeched out.

“We really need to work on that filthy confidence of yours.” He tightened his grip on her flesh.

Descending down the stairs, they arrived at her nightmare. The rustic walls haunted her. She had cried here for several days or even weeks. Opening up the door to the room, he throwed the little girl inside. She ended up bumping her head on the floor. A whimper left her mouth.

 She was always roughly handed by him.

Her caretaker.

He was ruthless. He despised kids who were innocent, he believed no one was innocent. And he wasn't one either.

Fisting a hand in her hair, he yanked her back up on her feet. Her scalp was on fire. Her hands instinctively went towards where he was grabbing her hair. She hissed at the sudden pain. It felt like her hair would rip out at any second.

Taking a few steps towards the wall, he cuffed her wrists to the wall. He knew how much she hated the metal against her skin.

She was always left with redness around her baby skin. She hated how the kids bullied her saying she was ‘suicidal.’

But no one knew the real truth.

His fist connected with her jaw. She yelped out. The ache was back. “This is what you deserve when you don't listen to me, whore.” He punched her face again but this time his sharp cold silver rings collided with her eye. 

The girl loudly screamed out. Her breathing halted for a moment.

Punching her across the same side once again, he was satisfied. He knew this would damage her right eye. But his inner demons wanted more. Wanted more blood to be shed.

He was psychotic. A crazy bastard who inflicted pain on others so he could soothe his.

She couldn’t feel her eye. Her eyelid was shut and swollen. Blood dripped down her eye.

 A busted lip he loved to give. Few moments later, she had enough of the punching. A tear slipped through her eye.

 She missed her mommy.

He went towards the nearest closest and grabbed the whip. He loved her screams. Her screams were music to his ears.

Taking steps towards the girl who had her head hung down. Her breathing ragged. Pouring a bucket of ice cold water on her, she jerked up at the sudden coldness. She shivered. Her clothes drenched and were like a second skin to her. His eyes roamed all over body.

He wanted a taste the young ripe girl.

“Aren’t screaming now? are we?” He spoke making her shudder. “But we will.”

Uncuffing her hands, he pushed her down on the floor. Her front collided with the floor. Bringing the whip down on her skin hard, she screamed out.

Whip after whip.

Her screams were heard in the whole basement.

Soon her cries died down. The energy had been drained out of her. He had whipped her on the same place several times. She knew her skin had been ripped open.

She couldn’t move away from the monster who had no mercy.

After several moments of torture, he was satisfied. His perfect polished shoe collided with her side. He repeatedly kicked her. The air had been knocked out of her body.

She felt paralyzed.

Leaving her on the dirty floor, he exited the room. His steps died down.

Tears had been leaking through her left eye. She was broken. Blood dripped down her back. She had no energy to pick herself up. Her breath hitched.

Her eye dropping close after every second.

The world darkened around her. Her breathing getting slower by every passing minute. She mumbled out some words only the shadows could hear.

Even the shadows felt sorry for the poor girl.

“Help me m-mommy..” With that she fell into darkness.

Elena jolted up from her sleep. She looked around and a wave of relief washed over her. She wasn't there anymore, she calmed herself down. Looking at the time, it was three in the morning.

Getting up from the bed, she went towards the bathroom. 

She glanced at her reflection.

Strained tears on her cheeks. Her hand subconsciously went toward her right eye, caressing it. The flashbacks still fresh in her mind. Taking the brown colored lens out of her eye, she looked at the blackness staring back at her.

The color of her orb was dead dark grey with a dot of white in it. No life resided within it. While her other was brown. She had loved her brown eyes which were once shiny but now she hated it.

She had gone blind after the incident. The doctors had said that she could get a donor for herself and she’ll be able to see once again but she had no money.

She never told her mother about anything. She kept all the things to herself. But till when? She knew she was slowly fading away. It was only a matter of time when she left this filthy world.

Retracting the lens back on her orb, she splashed a handful of water on her face. Drying her face up with a towel, she left the bathroom.

Her pills were on the desk. A confused look appeared on her face. She knew that her bottle of pills were in her hand before she slipped into a slumber.

Shaking of the uneasiness in her pit, she went towards the door. Opening up her room door, her slow steps took her towards the kitchen but she abruptly stopped when she heard hushed voices.

“You know what she was literally thrashing in her sleep.” The voice said, making her gulp.

“Maybe one of her dramas, I ain’t taking her bullshit, she may be our mothers daughter but she is fucking no one to us, just an orphan living with us who has no home.” Another voice invaded her ears, Shane probably.

They were talking about her.

“Attention seeking bitch.” One of them hissed.

She flinched.

Taking a deep, Elena went towards the kitchen. Three of the boys were sitting on the kitchen isle. Ryder, Shane and Vincenzo looked at her. A look of guilt flashed on Ryder’s face but soon went away.

She went towards the fridge, there eyes burning in her back. She felt the scars go hot. Taking a water bottle out, she quickly chugged it down.

“Bitch.” Vincenzo muttered under his breath but she had heard him. A sigh escalated through her lips as she threw the bottle in the bin.

Walking back towards the stairs, Shane stopped her from leaving.

“Well boys, we have a druggie inside the house, shouldn’t we let our mom know?” He smirked. 

A wave of horror erupted in her heart when those words had struck her heart, ′our mom.’

“Heroine or weed?” His menacing smile urging her to run away.

“Or strong alcoholic pills?” Vincenzo said from behind her in her ear making her shriek out with fear.

She gulped.

“Nothing.” She weakly said, her own voice inaudible to her. “Well too bad, we had weed for you.” Vincenzo sarcastically spoke with a hint of teasing sadness.

“Or how about you want daddy’s milk, baby girl?” Stephan spoke from the hallway. A smirk resting on his face.

Her breath hitched. 

The world stopped.

She could hear his words ringing in the back of her mind. His words that took her innocence away. Those words that still haunted her day and night. Tears stung within her eyes.

“Be a good baby girl and have daddy’s milk.”

She looked at Stephan who was busy laughing with the others at her reaction. But all she could hear were her screams.

Her cries.

Taking steps towards him hastily she stood infront of Stephan. His laugh abruptly stopped, quirking his eyebrow at her.

In matter of second his face flew towards the other side. 

Pin drop silence dripped within the living room. All she could hear was her ragged breath. 

She had smacked him, hard across the face and he deserved every bit of it. He looked back at her. A dark rage swirling in his eyes. His nostrils flared and jaw clenched, tight.

But before anyone could utter any word, she bolted towards her room locking herself up.

She could hear him shouting her name. But she didn’t look back.

She was screwed.

Now, she was definitely gonna die by his hands.