Chapter three.

Getting inside the house a whiff of his strong smelling perfume hit my nose causing the urge to throw up like it had this aura that made me hate life alongside its fragrance. I wanted to leave for the room without having to encounter him but life had its own routes and packages one I wasn't ready for at all. I tried surreptitiously to sneak into the room but wasn't careful enough as my leg clumsily kicked a nearby plastic the clicking sound of the object against the floor forced him out of his hiding place which was behind the balcony path. It seemed he was waiting for my return of course he was waiting for the little puppet he would abuse the thought gripped me in fear, his facial structure with his fallen cheeks, wide nose, a wide mouth and eyes hidden behind the old fashioned devils face itself made me gag it was indeed scary and I couldn't stand the memories of everything. His raspy voice beckoned me to raise my head to meet a very creepy smile plastered on his face it gave me chills. Everything suddenly went numb for a moment but he kept coming closer and I moving backwards. There was pure lust in his eyes and my eyes were shut tight expecting the actions that followed....

My mind raced in different ways wanting to be helped, the thought of running away lingered. Unable to process anything he was so close my mouth tried to raise an alarm but It felt to tight to make a sound and even if I did no one would come to my aid and he would definitely kill me, he would slice through my flesh and make me pay for anything that went wrong. His face behind my neck drawing in my scent I tried struggling but all I could do was squirm and made an uncomfortable face but he cared less. this has to end!!I felt more than useless, there was no point of struggling but was life really like this? Bringing you to situations where you can't get help to save your heart which Keeps breaking into those tiny little pieces till there's nothing left.