I freeze on the spot as I look at this monster.... Since I'm standing behind it, I can see only the back. It looks like it has a hunch back with hind legs like that of an animal. On its shoulders are scars.

I am about to tiptoe backwards to who knows where when my eyes glance over to it's hair. What on mother fucking earth!
I only know one person in this world who has long, pitch black, wavy hair with glistening white streak.

I'm about to gasp and run but before I could turn he turns to face me and I scream, but I can't hear my voice. It's just like I opened my mouth with no sounds coming out. His face is worse than  his back.

There's a scar running across his left eye all the way to his jaw, his ear is like that of an elf. And his eyes has a different hue to it. Instead of the calm sea blue I've grown used to, it's a flamy red. Noticing my fear, he smirks evilly and traces his long, crooked fingers up my arm, to the crook of my neck and then to my jawline.

I want to look away but his eyes holds me captive. I know I'm crazy but I can't help the urge to pull him in for a kiss. I gulp and try to free myself from his grip but he tightens his grip on me.
'Zayn what do you want', I try to speak but no words comes out.

'Revenge', he growls out.

For who? And why? Wait, how did he hear me? My mouth only moved, it did not speak. When I get back to the real world, somebody's got some explaining to do.

Why's he even tormenting me? What did I do to him... My eyes widen in realization as I remembered what I did to him. I look up at him and began to shiver. Oh fuck! It can't be the reason why? Or is it?...
From now on...he began...I'm going to be your worst nightmare.

Immediately he said this, a burning pit appeared in my front. He dragged me towards it and I struggled. The more I struggled the more his grip tightened. I became angry, this is my dream, you can't control me in my dream...I thought.

Oh boy it's fruitless, he possibly can't hear me. Ouch! My eyes water from the pain he's causing me by holding my hand, it's as if I put my hand in fire. This son of a bit...I bite my tongue as I realize that I'm about to call his mother a bitch. I'll possibly have a scar there by the time he let's go of my hand, If he'll let go of it.

My head does a three sixty degree at the thought of having a scar on my hand or any other part of me. Doesn't this maniac know I hate having scars on me? Oh right, he doesn't. I can't let that happen, not  now, not ever.

I dig my heels into the ground and he stops. He looks at me with venom in his eyes. Now the aura I can pick is that of hatred coming from me and regret coming from him. Why is he regretting?

I look him in the eye and I see reluctance in them. It's like he's doing this out of his own will. Well, who gives a fuck? I'm going to give him a message to send to whoever sent him. I think of hitting him in the sperm producer but my fighting instincts tells me not to.

So, I pretend I'm gonna do just that. I move to hit him in his dick and just as suspected, he blocks and now his face is free. I give him a head butt and he staggers a little. Giving me opportunity to run. But I don't look where am going as I fall head first into the pit, screaming....
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Fuck! I wake up with a start, drenched in my own sweat. I've never had a dream as horrible as this in my life. I look at Bob and he tells me it 7:48am.

"Anita, if you can't keep your dreams to yourself, does that mean you should wake the entire neighborhood"?, Mr Reeves yell from his room.

"Go and fuck a goat in hell for all I care", I mutter a little too loud but I didn't shut my mouth soon enough, because he barges into my room, waking Zora up and he grabs me by my shirt against the wall.

Ow, I shriek in pain as my head hits my first aid cabinet in my room. He doesn't seem to stop. No chance in hell am I apologising. I meant every word I said. Mum rushes in, sees the position I'm in and yells...yeah yell at the mons...what the...,she's yelling at me, why?

"You spoilt little brat, I didn't raise you up to insult your father, I don't know why I even gave birth to an error, a mistake like you".

Ouch! That did not hurt at all.

A normal child would cry but since when did I become normal? I keep mute and stare blankly into space wishing for death to come. But instead Robert shows up.

Great! Now he's gonna laugh at my position.

"Hahaha, I told you to always watch your mouth, now see what you've gotten yourself into, just swallow your pride and apologise already". I swear the guy's mood swings are worse than a hormonal teenager.

Oh right he is a hormonal teenager.
I know what he's doing, he's trying to make me seem like the bad guy so Mr Reeves will let me go.

Chris comes in too and he nearly faints when he sees my state.

"Father please, let her go, you don't want to waste your time on a disgrace, do you?". He says trying to convince Mr Reeves, although, deep down, I know he doesn't mean it and I offer him a small smile.

This is how my brothers try to help in their own way, they make me feel oppressed so Mr Reeves can let me go.
Kind of a reversed psychology thing.

I have no idea why they're so scared to stand up to him up front.

Seeing me smile, Mr Reeves becomes more agitated and tightens his grip around my neck. If I were a cartoon character, you'd probably see my eyes bulging out of its socket.

I suddenly hear a child crying. Ah fuck, I almost forgot that Zora is here, what is she doing?

"Daddy please, forgive her, please. Punish me, but let her go, she has been going through a lot lately. Please daddy please. Mummy do something, she's the only sister I have in this whole world, please mum, look she's bleeding."

All they years I spent grooming this girl she has learnt nothing? That's preposterous!
She's breaking our number one rule.

Uh, I move my hand to where I'd been hit on my head and for real, there's blood. Urrgh, I internally groan. Are my parents that heartless, they can't see me in pain? Oh right they can't see my pain, because I'm probably putting on an unreadable expression.  If they want me to say sorry, then they're gonna be wasting their precious time.

"Please dad, please mum", Zora wails.

"ZORA!" I yell so loudly she jumps back in fear, and trembles when she looks me in the eye while Mr Reeves grip loosens

"What's the number one rule?", I ask still pinned to the wall.

"Never plead with anyone because it leaves you feeling weak and vulnerable unless your life depends on it, then can you plead.", she says and sniffles her nose.

"Very Good! Now if you plead on my behalf one more time, you're gonna lose your only sister".  I say, choking on my own spit.

Loosen the grip a little man!

She shakes her head vigorously. I usually tell her that one of these days, I'm gonna run away from home and never come back if she doesn't listen to me.

Call it emotional blackmail but no sister of mine is going to tolerate bullshit from anyone.

"Good, now wipe your tears with Spotty, go to the living room, tune in to Nickelodeon and watch spongebob like a a good girl".

She moves to my bed, takes spotty and wipe off her tears, blows her nose(which is completely gross) and moves to the sitting room without another glance. Now, my focus is back to the current situation. So I'm still being held against the wall?

"Look let's be frank here, you know I've never apologized in my entire life, you can't just expect me to do that now". I say spitefully.

"Ni darling..."
"I am no one's darling" I cut mother short.
"Whatever, just say sorry and end all this, your pride will not..."
"It's not pride, it's self respect. Mr Reeves will you put me down. Let me treat my self". I yell.

He reluctantly listened.

That was easy!

I know I should have fainted but I can't. "Now leave". I say through gritted teeth. They leave and my legs give out as I fall to the ground. I hate all of them, all of them. Well just him.

After regaining my composure, I move to take my shower. Done with that, I open my wardrobe... Hmm, what do I put on today.
After debating between a pink skirt and black top and a black loose dress that reads 'evil loves to party' in pink caption, I finally settle for the dress.

I cast a glance at Bob and he says it's 11:45am. Woah, we did spend time in my room today. I move to the kitchen and prepare cereal for me and Zora. "Angel, have you eaten?" I ask her immediately I enter the living room. She nods.

"Oh, what did you eat and who gave you?"
She  giggles.

"I ate some oats and mum gave me and the rest". I nod satisfied that all my siblings have eaten. "Okay, so who hasn't eaten? I thought you haven't eaten that's why I made two bowls of cereal"

"Um, dad hasn't eaten but you know he hates cereal and since we can't waste food, I'll have the second bowl. Please", She says giving me the puppy dog eyes I've never refused.

I give her the second bowl and begin to eat mine. I decide to multitask, I  go to the kitchen and prepare some toast. I know he doesn't like butter, so I spread jam on the toast instead.

I arrange it on the tray along side a cup of coffee because he doesn't like tea in the morning or for brunch. I move to his room and my hand gets stuck in the air as I'm about to knock. I can't do this. I carry it back to the sitting room.

"Sweetie, do you mind giving this to your father, please".
"Of course not, and you act as if you don't care". Zora says smiling
"Trust  me I don't"
"Uh uh, you don't". She says sarcastically, carrying the tray from my hand. Uh... Kids what do I do with em. Hmmm...

Hours Later...

"Why are you sharpening a knife?" Zora asks raising an eyebrow
"Uh, how do I put this nicely? I've got some unfinished business, tell mum I went to settle some scores. That I'll be late for dinner".

I tell her while leaving the house so she wouldn't try to stop me even though I know she can't but her questions are enough for me to change my mind. She questions me like my mum. Urrgh.

Now back to where I was going, ah right, the William's house. I need answers and I need it now...

A/N:
Hey loves, here's another update, hope y'all liked it, don't forget to vote, comment and share. Thank you.
------Anita