Chap 24 - Where are you?

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Ella's POV

Ughh

I wake up on a hard cement floor

Where the hell am I and how did I get here

I start looking around and see that I'm in some sort of weird jail cell

And that's when it hits me

My father

Shit

I'm not getting out

This is most likely the last place I will ever see

"Well well well, the slut is finally up" says my father coming in

"What do you want from me?" I shout

"What I've always wanted" he replies

"Me dead"

"So she has a bit of a brain. Interesting"

"It was never my fault, you know that"

"HA, sure. I didn't kill her, you did"

"I did not. I loved her, I still love her!" I say, a tear sliding down my cheek as I do so

"I loved her more than you ever did you brat! You wanted my attention and so you took her away from me! Well you have my attention now, don't you worry!"

"I just want her back"

"DON'T WE ALL, BUT YOU MADE SURE SHE WOULD NEVER COME BACK" He screams

"NO I DID'NT. SHE KILLED HERSELF"

"OH SO THE KNIFE JUST SLIPPED INTO HER"

"I SAID SHE KILLED HERSELF" I bang on the cell bars

"NO, YOU KILLED HER, I KNOW IT" he says banging back

We are inches away from each other  staring into each others eyes, with only metal bars separating us, he can easily kill me if he wants. But I know him well now. He's gonna wait and torture me to death slowly. The slower the better. The more fun he will get out of it. The more pleasure. The more satisfaction.

"I watched my own mother kill herself, don't you understand" I cry

"THERE IS NOTHING TO UNDERSTAND EXCEPT YOU ARE A MURDERER"

"Well if you really think I'm a murderer, take a look at what you're about to do."

"F**CK YOU"

"Just kill me already"

"Where's the fun in that b*tch?"

"My blood spilling out while I lay dead on the floor"

"Yes, but the slower that happens, the better"

"Yeh yeh I know" I say spitting out my words

"Good. Now stay still"

"Wh..." I don't finish my word before I scream in pain as I knife stabs multiple times into my left arm

I scramble away from the bars , to the back of the cell, away from the monster of a man, who is my father.

I curl up into a ball crying on the cold hard cement floor.

"Goodnight b*tch" he says walking away

I close my eyes

Theo where are you?

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