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“Sweet dreams,” I whisper, falling still beside him and closing my eyes as I wait for sleep to claim me too.
All I can hope is that with him back by my side, it keeps the monsters at bay.
27
ALANA
My scream rips through the air, but it doesn’t help. The hands gripping me, the darkness that consumes me, neither leave.
“No, please. No. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” I chant as if it’ll do any good.
“Too late. You had the chance to do as you were told and you chose wrong.”
I can’t see a thing, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know exactly where I am. If the cool air whipping around my almost bare body wasn’t enough, the scent as we close in on the old, abandoned shed at the end of the garden tells me everything I need to know. It’s moldy and dank, and it makes my stomach turn over the second it hits my nose.
I hate this place, even more than I hate the house. And I fucking hate that place with a fiery passion.
The rotten old door creaks loudly in the night as he rips it open, and my blood runs cold as he steps inside. Despite already being blindfolded, my surroundings get darker as we lose the brightness of the moon sitting high in the sky.
I tell myself not to react, I’ve already given him too much, but the second I’m released from his hold, a scream rips from my throat a beat before I collide with the wall.
The old wooden planks this place is made of rip into my skin, and my shoulder instantly burns in pain.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” I try again.
It’s pointless.
He doesn’t care. He’s proved that time and time again over the years. But there’s still a very small part of me that hopes he’ll remember one day that I’m his daughter. His little girl that he brought into the world and promised to protect. Well, I assume that he did at some point. I like to think that Mom wouldn’t have stuck with him long enough to have me, let alone Kristie too, if he was always a sick fuck. But then, maybe that’s nothing more than an illusion.
Kurt Winson gets exactly what he wants every single time.
It’s a fantasy to think that Mom was here by her own free will. The likelihood is that she was here against her will like I am.
She was probably trying to protect me, just like I am Kristie. The only difference is that she failed, paying the ultimate price for her dedication to her kids.
I haven’t met that fate yet, leaving Kristie at the hands of a monster, but I’m under no illusion that it could happen at any time.
A sob rips from my throat as I think about leaving Kristie with him.
So far, he lets her live her life like an almost normal little girl. She gets to go to school. She has friends. A life.
But just like my existence, that could all change very very fast.
A pained cry spills from my lips as my bound hands are yanked back before being secured to the hook he installed in the floor not so long ago.
Apparently, merely locking me in here wasn’t enough. I had to be bound and unable to protect myself if a wild animal, or worse, one of his friends, came searching.
He grunts and groans as if this is a hardship on him as he secures me.
Once he’s done, his boots smack against the unforgiving concrete floor as he steps back to admire his handiwork.
My skin prickles with disgust as he runs his eyes over me.
Before they blindfolded me, I was wearing leggings and a hoodie, but since then, I’ve been stripped to my panties and tank. A shiver rips through me as the realization that I’m going to be spending the rest of the night out here freezing settles in my brain.
I continue to sob, but I don’t try begging or pleading again. I knew it was pointless before and I know it would be now. The words spill out anyway in a lame attempt.
A lame attempt to help myself. It’s pointless. There is no one out there who can help me. This is my life. My reality. My hell.
