Fated reborn - Chapter 72: Chapter 72

My eyes snapped open, and I was met with nothing. It was pitch black, and the lamp in the dimly lit hallway had died and left said hallway as a chasm of darkness.
I was alone still, but my blood warmed with awareness that I wouldn't be alone for long. And just like my intuition had told me, quiet, unhurried footsteps filled the silence and I held my breath and waited for who was coming even though I couldn't see them.
The unhurried feet stopped in front of the cell, and the place lit up unexpectedly. I winced, my eyes closing shut before I got used to the sudden glare from the lamps.
At the foot of the cell, my Father stood, his face unreadable which scared me more than any anger episode he had had.
"I..." My voice cracked, the courage and boldness I had told myself I would have had deserted me at the first sign of trouble. My heart shook as I stared I to his expressionless eyes and I couldn't find the voice to say anything.
"Be. Quiet." He let out when my mouth opened to say something and my mouth went shut instantly.
He still hadn't moved from his spot at the entrance as his eyes surveyed me.
I thought too soon because he slipped a key into the lock and the cell clicked open. Slowly and carefully, he walked in, his feet dragging along the gritty surface of the ground.
He stopped in front of me, and everything appeared in slow motion as he crouched down to my height. I had sunken to the ground because it was much more comfortable than the contraption that could not even be considered a bench.
"Do you know the weight of what you have done?" He lifted my chin, and my eyes met his.
"Answer me," he barked.
There was no one to hear what was happening, we were alone, I was at his mercy.
I let out a shaky breath, come on courage, come back to me, I need you. I willed myself to gather what semblance of courage I had left. If I was to die today, at least I wanted to do so with dignity.
His fingers squeezed my jaw and he drew my face closer.
"Yes," I whispered.
Immediately the word left my lips, I knew it was the wrong answer. His nostrils flared and he shoved my face away, the back of my head richocheting against the bench.
"You stupid girl, why couldn't you just be useful, but no, you wanted to be useless," he rose from his feet, "as always," he spat.
He paced back and forth in the small cell, his hands behind his back in a tight grip.
"I so want to kill you but you might still be of use to me," he thought out loud and I sighed a breath. At least I wasn't going to die today- not yet.
His words awakened a spark in me and I remembered what I had always been to him, even what Lykania had been and would still be to him - a pawn. Just another chess piece to gain more power.
"I will not be anything to you, do you hear! I'm tired of being a piece in your game," I let out, forgetting my fear momentarily. And I regretted forgetting my fear almost instantly.
One instant, he was pacing in front of me, lost in his monologue, but the next he at my feet, crouched down, hand extended. It was only the tell tale sting on my cheek that made me realize what had happened.
He had slapped me, my own Father. My neck was fully bent to the side as red hot tears resumed flowing down my cheeks.
"You still have the audacity to speak to me however you want? Lykania and Orion were right, you are lose in the head and need to be taught a lesson," he said.
And another instant later, his hand met the other side of my face in a deafening strike that was harder than the last. My face burned with pain but my father showed no pity.
Strike after strike after strike and I couldn't feel anything. He had hit me hard but the place that hurt the most was my heart, my Father was the one doing this to me. Hell, who needed enemies when you have a Father like that.
His strikes stopped and he backed away from me, I couldn't see because one of my eyes was swollen shut and the other was blurred with my tears.
"I didn't want to do this," he said, his voice low as if to get me to believe what he was saying. Manipulation at its finest. I knew what he said were lies, all of it.
"You will regret this, I'll make sure to make you go through the seventh stage of hell before I banish you from the pack," he stated as i slumped against the bench.
Everything hurt and I didn't dare move because it stung too much to do so.
"You're going to wish I killed you instead of leaving you to rot in this damned cell," he finished, then pushed open to leave.
His receding footsteps were accompanied by a release of breath I didn't know I was holding, then I shuddered in pain at my beat up body, tears flowing from my eyes.
Time had passed, I didn't know how long but I knew the celebration had already been wrapped up because I could hear the vibrations of music coming from above.
Had Varin left already? Simon and Willow? My throat clogged as I thought of the fact that the last time they saw me was being escorted to a desolate cell. Before, I had said I was a prisoner in my own pack, but this one definitely took the cake, it felt like I was criminal in my own pack.
Lykania and Orion came to mind, and I felt a rush of anger surge through me. Angry tears poured out of my eyes at the fact that they were up there, probably roaming Scott free while I was down here in the dark and alone.
I was conjuring up murdering them in my mind because that was the only thing I could do now, imagine, think, because my body was out of commission for the time being. But that conjuring stopped when I heard a loud thud, not coming from above but from somewhere down the hallway.
The thuds, plural now, grew louder and louder in conjunction with my heart beats. It sounded like someone was trying to access the network of cells.