Chapter 82: ★FATHER★
~Chapter 82~
KATYA POV
The man’s back was turned to me, but I could sense this menacing energy filling the room, like a dark fog rolling in, making me so uncomfortable.
I felt like I was suffocating when nothing was holding me. I tried screaming, but my voice seemed to have gotten stuck in my throat, trapped behind a barricade of fear that refused to budge.
Looking down to the floor, I saw a shattered cup and vase near me, mocking me for my carelessness.
I blink my watering eyes as I watched as the man’s body began to shift, his movements jerky and unnatural.
What the..
His face started to twist, contorting into a grotesque grin that rip across his face like a cruel gash.
Recognizing that grin, I knew the way his eyes would crinkle at the corners, knew the way his lips would curl up into a snarl, baring yellowish teeth that had been neglected by its owner.
My heart speeds up, racing and pounding in my chest as I realized that this was my father, the monster who had haunted my nightmares for so long.
The air vibrated with tension, pulling me into all the nightmares and trauma I endured from my sperm donor.
My father’s face. That disgusting, heartless monster call a man, he was standing there with that grin that gives me the chills, sending shivers down my spine and bringing waves of nausea to wash over me like a toxic tide.
I felt like I was frozen in place, unable to move or look away as the horror unfolded before me.
My stomach churned with fear, twisting into knots that tighten with every step he took, and I quickly tried pushing myself away from him, but my body felt heavy, weighed down by some unseen force that rooted me to the spot.
The room began to warp and distort, the walls melting like wax, colors bleeding together in a nightmare.
My father’s face loomed larger, his eyes burning with so much intensity that seared my soul.
"Missed me?" The bastard whispered, his voice sounded like a snake while his breath cold and rank.
He continued walking towards me, his hand holding onto the cup, his fingers tightening around it before flinging the cup towards me.
Shit! My eyes widened as I barely dodged to the side and the glass collided with the wall instead of my face.
The cup shattered against the wall, sending pieces of the glass flying over to me, some cutting into my cheek and leaving a mark.
I tried shielding myself with my arms but some still injured me before making a mess of shards and splinters— that mirror the fragments of my shattered mind— to the floor.
The sound resounded so loud, making me jump, my heart stuttering in my chest as he took another step closer, his eyes fixed on me with an unblinking gaze, as if he didn’t just try impaling my face with a glass cup.
"Arh!" A loud scream left my throat as his face began changing again, twisting from the wicked grin he wore to a disgusting half-burnt face, one eye barely opening, a slit of red-rimmed horror, and the other...I gagged.
I gagged so hard, doubling over the bed and throwing up at the site of his face. the other side was, OH MY GOD.
It was hanging loosely from its socket, swinging to the rhythm of my racing heart.
’What the fuck, what the fuck’ My scream echoed through the room, a raw, anguished wail, but it was drowned out by a sudden laughter from the hideous face monster.
The sound sent shivers down my spine, making my skin crawl with how horrific this looks like
"No, no, no," I whispered the words like a broken prayer, my lips barely moving, and my voice was barely audible over the sound of my own pounding heartbeat, which threatened to consume me whole.
The demon’s laughter grew louder, more intense, like a mad man— which I won’t doubt by how the situation is.
"My dear Katya," He monster sassed, the words dipped with sadistic pleasure, "Don’t you miss your dear father?" At this a drop of blood leaked out from his opened eye and fell onto my face, warm and sticky.
Did, No, that did not just drip onto my face, No!
My frozen eyes widened more in terror, feeling as if it’s about to pop out of my head I blinked.
This cant be real, this fucking old man shouldn’t be alive, my Brain is so fucked up. " You are dead." I spat out but the devil lips only curled up into a snarl, smiling at me like his lost long daughter.
Bloodshot, that’s how my eyes were and they wildly darted around the room, searching for an escape from the horror unfolding before me.
But everywhere my eyes landed, I saw the twisted face, plastered every single fucking corner.
The walls, the ceiling, the floor – every single surface seemed to be smeared with his hideous face.
"Won’t you give your father a hug?" Bastard moved closer, his hand reaching out like claws, bringing it towards my face.
That instantly made me flinch so hard, my head jerking backwards out of reflex and I bumped my head to the headboard from the force of my failed attempt to escape the devil, the impact sending shockwaves through my skull.
Seeing my reaction, the bastard crunched up his demonic face, his features contorting into a mask of disgust and contempt. "How ungrateful," he spat out, dropping onto the bed beside me with a weight that crushed the air out of my lungs.
I didn’t waste any time, screaming at the top of my lungs while scrambling out of the bed "Get away from me!" My scream grew more desperate, a raw and an animalistic cry for help that ripped through my vocal cords.
This man was dead, he was burnt alive – the memory of my tormentor — Romeo, slamming that iron rod to his face and Romeo’s men pouring diesel all of the house came back to me.
Why was he here? What did he want from me? My mind was a mess, his words cutting deep into my psyche, slicing through my sanity.
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So, um hi ಥ‿ಥ
Hi guys, I’m back this month and as it’s a new month I tried my bed in posting from today because I missed this.
I love y’all for ur comments and support, so um..I will like to say I would love if y’all can support me this month and so on in meeting up with mgs and win win.
I will try my hardest in writing, thanks again and as a sorry, here’s two Chapters. I know it’s not much but please forgive me.