Little Lady 8.
Hey guys! dont know if this is the end of this fic yet i might write just one more chapter i dont know ill let you know :)! thank you all for your wonderful comments, deeply sorry its a short fic but imma be working on a new one real soon. I dno if ill update tomorrow cuz im camping with the girls tonight so i might be a little worse for wear :/ but ANYWAYS here you :)! <3
Little Lady 8.
I quietly walked down the stairs towards the light in the kitchen. I crept up slowly coming to the door way, I tightened my grip on the bat . As I got closer I could see no one but just as I peered my head through the doorway I heard a click. I turned my head slowly to see a gun right in my face.
“Did you like my artwork?” He sneered as I gulped. “Aww look at you becoming her knight in shining armour, sit down.” He spat. I walked towards the chair trembling with fear and sat down. “Now I think it's about time you learnt another lessons don't you think Sophie?” He walked towards me and slapped me square across the face making my head turn to the side. “Hand over the bat.” He muttered holding out his hand, I gave it to him and felt another sharp pain in my stomach making me keel over onto the floor. “Why does this keep happening Sophie?” He sighed as I tried to catch my breath. “I mean I give you food, a roof over your head and this is how you repay me?”
“A roof, more like a brothel.” I breathed out as I felt another blow to my back making me lie down on the floor in pain.
“Don't give me lip.” He grunted pointing in my face. “Your my niece, I promised your dad I’d protect you from things, I didn't say me.”
“So you use me in prostitution.” I chuckled getting up on my hands and knees but not before wincing in pain. “You think that by the time I turn 18 I’m not just going to walk out?” He gripped my hair making me jolt up, as he pressed his nose into the side of my face.
“You wouldn't make it out alive.” He kissed my cheek lightly, chucking me back to the floor. “I've always been fond of you Soph, you have that feisty side about you. Got it from your dad. You remember that night don't you? Watching him in pain, dieing in the middle of the street.” A tear trickled down my cheek as I relived the nightmare. “I didn't feel any pain when I slit his throat.” My head shot up, watching him smile cruelly.
“W-what?” I choked out.
“He was my brother had everything, a wife, a house, kids, what did I have? Nothing. I had no money and I couldn't have kids.”
“You-you, killed my father?”
“Yeah, and I enjoyed every minute of it, watching the life being su-” Before he finished his sentence, he was out cold on the floor, the gun skidding across the tiles. I looked up to see Sian holding a frying pan but dropping it as she came running towards me, gripping me tightly.
“He-he killed my dad.” I sobbed out as she shh'd me kissing my forehead lightly.
“Come on let's get out of here.” She pulled me up but before I left I kicked him and I kept kicking him. The pain wouldn't go away, and I don't think it ever will but knowing I have my little lady by my side will help me get through the worse times. And knowing my uncle is behind bars serving a life sentence, gives me justice for myself and for my father.
Little Lady 8.
I quietly walked down the stairs towards the light in the kitchen. I crept up slowly coming to the door way, I tightened my grip on the bat . As I got closer I could see no one but just as I peered my head through the doorway I heard a click. I turned my head slowly to see a gun right in my face.
“Did you like my artwork?” He sneered as I gulped. “Aww look at you becoming her knight in shining armour, sit down.” He spat. I walked towards the chair trembling with fear and sat down. “Now I think it's about time you learnt another lessons don't you think Sophie?” He walked towards me and slapped me square across the face making my head turn to the side. “Hand over the bat.” He muttered holding out his hand, I gave it to him and felt another sharp pain in my stomach making me keel over onto the floor. “Why does this keep happening Sophie?” He sighed as I tried to catch my breath. “I mean I give you food, a roof over your head and this is how you repay me?”
“A roof, more like a brothel.” I breathed out as I felt another blow to my back making me lie down on the floor in pain.
“Don't give me lip.” He grunted pointing in my face. “Your my niece, I promised your dad I’d protect you from things, I didn't say me.”
“So you use me in prostitution.” I chuckled getting up on my hands and knees but not before wincing in pain. “You think that by the time I turn 18 I’m not just going to walk out?” He gripped my hair making me jolt up, as he pressed his nose into the side of my face.
“You wouldn't make it out alive.” He kissed my cheek lightly, chucking me back to the floor. “I've always been fond of you Soph, you have that feisty side about you. Got it from your dad. You remember that night don't you? Watching him in pain, dieing in the middle of the street.” A tear trickled down my cheek as I relived the nightmare. “I didn't feel any pain when I slit his throat.” My head shot up, watching him smile cruelly.
“W-what?” I choked out.
“He was my brother had everything, a wife, a house, kids, what did I have? Nothing. I had no money and I couldn't have kids.”
“You-you, killed my father?”
“Yeah, and I enjoyed every minute of it, watching the life being su-” Before he finished his sentence, he was out cold on the floor, the gun skidding across the tiles. I looked up to see Sian holding a frying pan but dropping it as she came running towards me, gripping me tightly.
“He-he killed my dad.” I sobbed out as she shh'd me kissing my forehead lightly.
“Come on let's get out of here.” She pulled me up but before I left I kicked him and I kept kicking him. The pain wouldn't go away, and I don't think it ever will but knowing I have my little lady by my side will help me get through the worse times. And knowing my uncle is behind bars serving a life sentence, gives me justice for myself and for my father.