Chapter 6

Aria's POV

The door came crashing open but I didn't dare leave my stall to see who it was. What if it was my brother, coming to drag me home for a beating. I stayed as still as I could, barely breathing for fear of being caught.

"Aria?" I let of a small sigh of relief. It was Forest. "Aria, I know you're in here and I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong."

Could I tell him, could I trust him and tell him about my Dad and Brother. No I can't. It would just put his whole family in danger and I'm not worth the pain. I slowly creaked open the cubical door. Grabbing my pen which I hadn't put down when I'd fled the class room. I'm fine. I wrote on my hand, I just got a little claustrophobic because of all the noise.

I felt bad about lying to him, but what else could I do, I couldn't tell him the truth. No. That would be a disaster.

Not looking totally convinced Forest lead me back to class, shooting me odd looks every now and then. Luckily my brother wasn't in my class so I wouldn't see him until I got home.

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After class Forest offered to give me a lift home and invited me over for tea, but I declined both. That would just make Dad and Tyler madder then they already are. That is not what I need right now.

I'll be fine I wrote on my hand, showing it to him before offering him a small smile and walking off. Starting off home. Walking slowly, dreading getting back but knowing if I take too long I will be beaten for dawdling.

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As I reached home I let out a sigh of relief. Dad wasn't home yet.

"Don't get your hopes up little sister," Tyler said behind me and the malice he said sister with was enough to send shivers down my spine. "Dad isn't back yet but I am."

I started shaking knowing what was coming wasn't going to be pretty. "GET INSIDE NOW YOU BITCH." He yelled from behind me, roughly grabbing my arm and dragging me inside.

Once inside he grabbed me by the hair, throwing me across the room, hitting the wall with a sickening crack. But he wasn't finished yet.

He grabbed his pen knife from his pocket and started cutting my legs through my jeans, small deep cuts littering my legs, the pain making me scream out.

He laughed to hear my screams, grinning as my blood spilled out onto the floor. He continued slicing my stomach as well, cutting my skin like a chicken breast, ruthless and not caring how much blood I lost or if I would survive.

I screamed out but then he pressed his hand over my mouth making me swallow my pain filled screams.

Spots appeared at the the corners of my vision and the world seemed to shift before everything went black.

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I woke up to the door opening. Oh no. My Father's home...... He walked into the kitchen, took one look at me surrounded by my blood and laughed.

"TYLER", He yelled. "What did the bitch do this time." Tyler walked into the room, his face married with a smirk.

"Little Aria made a friend," He said, raising his eyebrow in my direction, "and she stayed the weekend at his house, with his parents,"

I could see the fury written all over my father's face. "WHAT DID YOU TELL THEM" I shook my head, wishing I could talk to tell them I didn't say anything.

But I have my reasons for not talking and I'm not going to ruin my resolve for my worthless family. One day I'll talk again, but it will be to someone who will listen, someone who actually cares.

"DON'T YOU LIE TO ME YOU BITCH, I BET YOU TOLD THEM ALL ABOUT YOURSELF. I BET YOU LIED TO TRY TO GET SYMPATHY."

Before I could shake my head again he was kicking he. He still had his shoes on and I hadn't had time to even dress my last cuts but that didn't stop him. it never does.

He kept at it. Kicking me over and over again until finally he kicked me in the head and everything went dark.

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When I woke up I was in a dark, cold, damp room. How did I get here, Where am I. What's going to happen to me.

Just then my questions were answered by the appearance of my Father. He walked right up to where I was still lying on the floor and smirked.

"I bet you were wondering where you are? Well you are in the basement, don't try to get out, if you try to escape I will kill you. You will stay here and never see your little friend again. If I want to kill you I won't hesitate so don't try me."

All through his speech I was trying to process what he was saying. Am I going to die, will I ever get out of here, will I ever see Forest again..... Questions swirled around my brain as I stared up at him. My father, no my devil.

Will you ever let me out, I write in the dirt, He reads it then looks up at me, sneering. "Maybe, but then again maybe not. I suppose we will have to see how you behave won't we." He turned his back on me and walked out.

I waited until he'd left the basement until I let my tears fall. I wouldn't show him my pain and one day I would get out of here and away from my family.

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I woke up to the door crashing open. I don't know how long I've been down here, they don't feed me and only throw in one bottle of water every few days or so, every day the torture gets worse. Before it was just hits or kicks, but in the last days Tyler's friends have started joining in, and they are inventive in their methods.

One of his friends decided to slash all the skin on my legs and stuff the dirt from the ground into my cuts, unsurprisingly they since have become infected and I can barely move it hurts so much.

Another friend decided to push me onto my back, slicing of my top and giving me a deep long slash from the nape of my neck to my tail bone.

I screamed and screamed but they just laughed. No one heard me. No one cared. But I will get out of this. I will not let them break me.

I looked up to see who came to torture me today. But this time it wasn't just one of his friends, it was all of them. Tyler and his 10 other friends all came parading down the stairs with matching smirks on their faces.

I wanted to stand up, to stand and run. But I couldn't move. I was in too much pain.

"Bruce here had a wonderful idea and it was so great we all wanted to try it." Tyler said and he strolled into the room. "Little sis, I hope you like heat. Because it is going to get hot in here."

As he finished his sentence he pulled out something from behind his back. Matches. He was going to burn me.

I wanted to fight back but I couldn't. I wanted to get away but I couldn't. I wanted to get out of this hell hole but I couldn't. I can't do anything to save my self. I can't get away and I can't stop them.

I curled up in a tight ball, watching as he handed out matches to each of his friends.

I could feel my ribs through my skin. I can't even remember the last time I has anything to eat. My throat was dry and sore from all the screaming and I was only wearing ripped blood stained jeans, ripped from all the times dad, Tyler and his friends cut my legs, and my bra, my t-shirt had been cut up a few days ago and I hadn't been given a new one. My hair was clumped together, mattered with my blood and sweat and I was covered with dirt from the ground.

I watched as they all lit their matches. Watching as the fire glowed, illuminating the darkness. Tyler, of course, went first. Pressing his match to the bottom of my feet making it impossible to stand, not that I had the energy to anyway.

Soon matches were pressed all over my body, my back, arms, legs, even my neck. I could smell my flesh burning and I screamed so long, so hard, a scream filled with pain, suffering, fear.

Before they had even finished pressing the matches to my skin my world was consumed with darkness, all except a voice. A calm voice, it soothed me and made me feel loved, a feeling I don't feel much at all.

"Don't worry," The voice said, "He will come for you, he won't leave his mate to suffer and I will not let you remain in this place for much longer, he is coming for you and nothing will stand in his way." Before I could even think about who the voice was, or who was coming for me I slipped into unconsciousness and my world was plunged into complete darkness.