Page 28 of Scarred in Silence

“I want to talk to my father!” I shout.

He stops, midway, his jaw tensing.

“No.”

“Why? Because you know he would never let you do this?”

He jumps off the ladder and rushes me on the bed, pinning me in place.

The smell of honey and cigarettes fills the surrounding air.

“Your father doesn’t want you,” he spits out.

My face grows hot. My father has always wanted control over me. He would never give it away to someone else so easily.

“No. He cares about his image. He would never let you,” my voice comes out hushed.

“Oh, but he did. I am your power of attorney and your husband. Now it’s time you treat me like it.”

He leans down and sinks his teeth into my bottom lip. Pain explodes in my mouth, and I try to pull back, but I can’t. He holds me in place as he explores my mouth.

My body relaxes slightly at the familiar action and the familiar person. God, I have missed his touch. I moan softly as he puts his knee between my legs, applying pressure against my pussy.

He pulls back, and his eyes are dark. They aren’t the blue that they usually are. They are like the sea in the eye of a hurricane, dark and clouded.

“You will behave. Do you understand?” He asks in a low and disheveled voice.

I nod my head, not wanting to piss him off. I don’t want him to leave. I need his touch. I need him to erase everything. I want to start over.

Emotion builds in my throat as I try to relax.

He lets go of me and stands to exit up the ladder. My glassy eyes are heavy.

“I’ll drop off your lunch and dinner later. I have some work to do.”

With that, he closes the door, enveloping me in my thoughts that threaten to drive me mad.

* * *

The box is smooth and delicate. It feels like a promise, but I know better than that. It’s my sentence. He now owns me. Legally.

He didn’t show me papers or anything, so he could be bluffing. Considering he has literally cut me off from the entire world, more so than I had already done myself.

I open the velvet box, and my chest tightens when I see what’s inside.

It’s a silver bullet with the letter “L” engraved on the side. The tears I fought so hard to keep in finally escape me. I sob alone in the empty cell.

He will hold that over me for as long as I live. He will never let me forget…

10

Lucien

20 Years Old

“You ready?” Dante asks from the passenger seat.

“You know it,” I smirk.