as he spits towards her naked body, lying shivering and cold in the street. I run to grab a blanket from the lounge, sprawled on the back of the chair. I collect her clothes from the floor and run past my dad undetected, to her.
I kneel at her side as she cries and shakes with fright. I wrap the blanket around her and place her clothes in her hands. “It’s going to be okay now. Go home lady, and stay there, don’t come back here okay,” I tell her as I stand to my tiny height.
“Thank you, Abigail,” she tells me through her sniffles. She is high, that much is clear, but nobody deserves to be treated the way my father has treated her. She is just a young woman, desperate for some kind of love.
“Goodbye, stay safe.” I smile kindly to her.
“You too sweetheart, you stay safe,” she warns me, like she knows what I am about to endure at the expense of saving her.
I nod and then run back inside, wishing I could stand on the bitterly cold street a while longer so I am away from the demon clouding my house in darkness.
I close the door behind me and lean against it, breathing heavily in relief as I see nobody in the entrance. I steady myself, trying to alleviate the tremors running through my body. I take three steps towards the stairs to take them to my room, to the safeness and light I can find there.
I stutter back a little as a shadow appears from the corner of the hallway ahead. The kitchen door remains slightly closed as my father rounds it. I gulp in fear, sweat and tears beginning to soak my face as I see the strip of leather wrapped around his fist.
“Abigail,” he sneers at me and I swallow the spittle in my mouth as I pray to God, this time around he ends me, end everything. Maybe I can find my mother on the other side and finally be safe. “Come here now!” he commands.
Leighton
“Shhh, it’s okay sweetheart.” I soothe my daughter as she cries in my arms. Her tiny body trembles in my arms, along with my own as I cry in relief of having her home. She had woken up in fits of screams ten minutes ago, causing me to jolt in my bed, where I slept alone. “It’s going to be okay baby girl.” I kiss her wispy dark blonde hair, carrying her from her room, downstairs so I can make her some warm milk to soothe her hungry stomach.
“Evening, Leigh,” I hear Ant say as he sits at the bar nursing a cup of tea. It has been a hard day for us all; finding my daughter, killing the man that has ruined my wife’s life and hearing the hurtful things Abigail had to say.
“Hey Ant,” I say quietly as I test the milk on my wrist, giving Mel the bottle to hold.
“How’s Abbi?” he asks me and I shrug my shoulders in reply, not wanting to think about her at this precise moment. She has destroyed a little of the respect and faith I had in her humanity.
“Dunno, haven’t heard anything, not really too bothered to be quite honest.” That is a lie, quite clearly. Of course I care for her, she is my wife and I love her, but her blatant dismissal of Mel’s safety does nothing but piss me off, and it is not a good idea to be around Abigail when I am as angry as I am right now.
“Don’t you think you should check how she is, she did just have major surgery this morning?” he tells me and I sigh in acceptance. That is true, she has just been through surgery and told she may not regain the use of her right arm; she has every reason to be upset and angry.
“Let me find my phone.” I sigh, resigning to the fact I have a duty. I hand him his god-daughter, along with her half-drunk bottle of tepid milk. “Where is it?” I ask nobody in particular. I hadn’t remembered to bring it with me after finding the location of my daughter; I had left in a hurry.
“Check the office,” Ant replies as he strokes my daughter’s cheek and bobs her up and down on his knee. The smile on her face as she stares at her uncle makes my heart swell and beat properly for the first time today. My own smile,
I kneel at her side as she cries and shakes with fright. I wrap the blanket around her and place her clothes in her hands. “It’s going to be okay now. Go home lady, and stay there, don’t come back here okay,” I tell her as I stand to my tiny height.
“Thank you, Abigail,” she tells me through her sniffles. She is high, that much is clear, but nobody deserves to be treated the way my father has treated her. She is just a young woman, desperate for some kind of love.
“Goodbye, stay safe.” I smile kindly to her.
“You too sweetheart, you stay safe,” she warns me, like she knows what I am about to endure at the expense of saving her.
I nod and then run back inside, wishing I could stand on the bitterly cold street a while longer so I am away from the demon clouding my house in darkness.
I close the door behind me and lean against it, breathing heavily in relief as I see nobody in the entrance. I steady myself, trying to alleviate the tremors running through my body. I take three steps towards the stairs to take them to my room, to the safeness and light I can find there.
I stutter back a little as a shadow appears from the corner of the hallway ahead. The kitchen door remains slightly closed as my father rounds it. I gulp in fear, sweat and tears beginning to soak my face as I see the strip of leather wrapped around his fist.
“Abigail,” he sneers at me and I swallow the spittle in my mouth as I pray to God, this time around he ends me, end everything. Maybe I can find my mother on the other side and finally be safe. “Come here now!” he commands.
Leighton
“Shhh, it’s okay sweetheart.” I soothe my daughter as she cries in my arms. Her tiny body trembles in my arms, along with my own as I cry in relief of having her home. She had woken up in fits of screams ten minutes ago, causing me to jolt in my bed, where I slept alone. “It’s going to be okay baby girl.” I kiss her wispy dark blonde hair, carrying her from her room, downstairs so I can make her some warm milk to soothe her hungry stomach.
“Evening, Leigh,” I hear Ant say as he sits at the bar nursing a cup of tea. It has been a hard day for us all; finding my daughter, killing the man that has ruined my wife’s life and hearing the hurtful things Abigail had to say.
“Hey Ant,” I say quietly as I test the milk on my wrist, giving Mel the bottle to hold.
“How’s Abbi?” he asks me and I shrug my shoulders in reply, not wanting to think about her at this precise moment. She has destroyed a little of the respect and faith I had in her humanity.
“Dunno, haven’t heard anything, not really too bothered to be quite honest.” That is a lie, quite clearly. Of course I care for her, she is my wife and I love her, but her blatant dismissal of Mel’s safety does nothing but piss me off, and it is not a good idea to be around Abigail when I am as angry as I am right now.
“Don’t you think you should check how she is, she did just have major surgery this morning?” he tells me and I sigh in acceptance. That is true, she has just been through surgery and told she may not regain the use of her right arm; she has every reason to be upset and angry.
“Let me find my phone.” I sigh, resigning to the fact I have a duty. I hand him his god-daughter, along with her half-drunk bottle of tepid milk. “Where is it?” I ask nobody in particular. I hadn’t remembered to bring it with me after finding the location of my daughter; I had left in a hurry.
“Check the office,” Ant replies as he strokes my daughter’s cheek and bobs her up and down on his knee. The smile on her face as she stares at her uncle makes my heart swell and beat properly for the first time today. My own smile,
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