Chapter 9 - Nine

When she woke she realized that the pain she felt wasn't like anything she had felt in the past. She felt a cool liquid on her forehead and not any gauze or bandages of sorts. 'Did he not bang my head? How am I not bleeding?' Confused and in pain, Alexis tried opening her eyes slowly and patiently. She should've cracked her head open with the force had he used. Opening them slowly, she blinked them a few times to get rid of the blurriness. Taking in a deep breath, she sat up against the head board of the bed. She was feeling scared again even if she didn't want to be.

She kept on thinking about random stuff without considering how long had it been. Slowly, she turned her head towards the side table of her bed the clock showed 11:47 pm. She had been out for hours at once. Dinner time had passed away and she was in no mood to cook food, the obvious option was to order from a food outlet. Pulling off the covers, she placed her feet down on the floor. As soon as she stood up, she felt a wave of dizziness hit her making her stumble on her steps.

The headache came again. This time she sat down on the bed to stabilize herself a bit. Alexis couldn't believe that this was happening again to her, again someone was taking control of her life.. something she wasn't supposed to let happen. Closing her eyes, she dropped back on the bed with her legs dangling off of the edge. Going through it the second time, she knew how to take control over such things. Since she wasn't bleeding, relaxing her body would do her good.

She didn't know how much time had passed since she had been lying there, maybe because she wasn't hungry anymore. She couldn't help but ponder on the fact that this was happening again to her yet she couldn't do anything. The mental scars she had from those times where still there.

Haunting her.

Taunting her.

Telling her of what she had been through and how it would happen again.

A sob came from her remembering the time when she was too scared to speak; speak for herself. For her own hygiene, her hungry stomach, her mental condition.

Opening her eyes, thirteen years old Alexis's eyes met with the fan on the ceiling. The fan might be there but she wasn't supposed to use it. Her room was exactly how they wanted it. It wasn't girly or decorated by an interior designer, it was normal. Plain.

She was exceptionally happy today. Her mother was coming from her Nana's house and her being home meant she won't have to endure the torture. She got up and went downstairs, she had gotten thinner over time and it was still early in the morning so no one would be up. She was hungry, so very hungry that she won't even mind eating stale food. She could eat or at least have a glass of milk. Descending the stairs, she made sure no voices were heard.

Slowly walking toward the kitchen on her tip toes, she opened the fridge and took out the Carton of milk.

"I hope you weren't thinking of feeding yourself, now were you?" As soon as she heard the heavy voice behind her, she yelped and turned around only to be met by cobalt blue eyes of Ashton glaring at her.

"I–– wasn't...I sw––wear . ." She stammered in front of him. His fear was instilled in her mind to such extend that she couldn't even think of her life beyond his control.

"Did I say I wanted to hear your pathetic voice?" He spat his words at her.

She screamed when her hair were pulled back. He was glaring down at her as if he was trying to murder her with his eyes. Her scream had woken up the other beast in the house as well and in no time he came out of his room. Aston had explained the whole situation to Thomas but adding more information that possibly couldn't be true.

But obviously Thomas believed him. He believed every word uttered by Ashton either lie or the truth. Thomas was now glaring at her as well but then he met the eyes of his son. They were having a silent conversation through their eyes and for her, it usually meant trouble.

Both of them then turned to her and Ashton whispered in her ear.

"It's decided."

"You wanted to eat, right my baby? Well now you will." Thomas told her. But she knew it meant something else. She couldn't even speak in front of them. Fearing of what they might do. Ashton dragged her by the hair and Thomas picked up the Carton of milk. They took her to the washroom. She was curious, but the fear got the best out of her.

Ashton dragged her in front of the toilet and angled her head right above it, facing sideways. Thomas came in with the carton and aimed it above her head. Then looked at her giving her the expression that said, whatever he was going to say, she had to do it if she had the will to live.

"Now I am going to pour it down and you will drink it like good little bitch. Is that clear, my lovely? "

She nodded. Not that she had a choice but she was delighted that she was actually going to be fed. She was desperate.

Thomas started pouring the milk, but it was an inch away from her mouth. She moved her head forwards but was being pulled back by Ashton's grip on her hair. She couldn't move. She couldn't drink. She was hungry and now she grew frustrated. She was jerking back and forth darting her tongue out to have a mere lick which she had once or twice by the grace of God.

She was crying by now, both men on the other hand were laughing hysterically. It made them seem scary then they were. Their laughs were roars as is forcing themselves to laugh loudly on her yet it seemed genuine. Suddenly Thomas stopped laughing and poured the whole carton of milk in the toilet in one go. Alexis couldn't believe he wasted food like that.

The thirteen year old girl was happy that she had a chance of eating yet again she was deprived of it. She looked up to meet Thomas's eyes who held the emotion of triumph.

'But what for?'

What did he succeed by doing this?

"Oops. It's finished. What now?" Ashton taunted her situation, satisfied with what his father had done.

"Hmm. Ashton did we flush yet?" Thomas mused.

Aston laughed getting his drift. "No papa."

"Well I guess Alexis could still have her breakfast then . . . From the toilet itself."

Alexis's eyes widen on their own. Even a thirteen year old child knew how disgusting that was. Yet she couldn't do anything but cry. Ashton Snickered and whispered "bon appétit."

And with that Alexis found her face being forced into the toilet. They did stop yet they didn't let her die. They simply left her there on the floor to mourn about what had happened.

Opening her eyes, she stared at the ceiling above her. Crying again on her weakness.

Crying about the fate she had.