Clubrooms Diary

Chapter 38: Staggering promises

MALAYINA

May 14th 2018

"If you desire to keep your hands, I suggest you remove them promptly." Amar snarls as he remains

standing in the doorway.

His eyes narrow into thin slits, his chest rises and falls ferociously, with his hands curling into a fist. One

side of his lip arches as he growls when my father doesn't drop his hand. Instead, he chuckles like a

mad man who thinks he's untouchable, pulling me flush up against his body.

"Take one fucking step, I'll snap her neck like a twig." He maneuvers his hands, putting me into a

headlock.

I struggle against him, desperately wanting to break free from his restraint.

"Stop struggling, mikros. I won't let anything happen to you agapimènos." He tries to soothe me.

I allow my body to relax. I close my eyes and take deep breaths through my nose, willing my heart rate

to follow suit. I think of the kiss we shared and it takes me to a higher place for a second or two.

My fathers' grip tightens, the bite of pain jolts me and I'm brought back to reality, coughing as I try to

suck air into my crushing pipes. My fingers claw at his arms, painting his skin with scratch marks.

"You're making daddy very upset, baby girl." He pants in my ear.

"We will play all in good time. Stop struggling, you'll tire yourself out." He cackles with laughter as he

thinks about his sick game.

Amar takes a step forward.

"After today the only thing you'll be playing with is the nails stamped into your coffin when I bury you

alive." His eyes briefly shift from mine to my fathers.

"Staggering promises from a man who's trembling in his overpriced shoes." He titters.

The old man believes he has the upper hand because he has me in his grasp with a gun in his pocket. I

highly doubt he'd be standing here acting all high and mighty if he knew Amar isn't alone. 'The Hulk' is

nowhere in sight. So, I can only assume Amar's used himself to distract him. I watch him in awe,

wondering if the rage he manifests is real or just for show.

He takes another step forward, looking like a possessed hitman who could kill a man with any

instrument available to him.

My heart begins to pound against my chest again, deafening the words my father is muttering in my

ear. He drags me backwards as he moves to the window, removing a hand from my body. He digs into

his pants and produces a small handgun, raising his hand he points it at Amar. I stare at him, my eyes

bulging out of my sockets, as I scream at him to stop.

'Amar... It's okay.... Ju...just leave..." I whimper.

"He... Won't hurt me." I sniffle. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"No, I only intend to have a bit of fun with her. You can have her when I'm done." My father laughs, I

feel his chest bobbing up and down, rubbing against my back.

"You can strip me of my innocence-"

Amar snarls.

"But you will never own me completely. I will never submit to you the way you beat my mother into

submission. I am not her." I sob.

"No, you're a lot feistier than your weak ass mother. It will be like Christmas when I finally break you,

baby girl." He chuckles.

He jabs his cock against my ass, gesturing what he intends to do with me.

I move out of his proximity, only to be yanked back up against him, causing us to stumble backwards

into the window.

"You're lucky you're still standing there saying what your pathetic mind believes it can accomplish while

I'm still breathing." Amar shakes his head slowly.

"You will get what is owed to you. You and whoever told you of Malayinas location. They will pay with

their life and their bloodline will be wiped from existence." He vows, darkly.

"Take a good look at my baby girls face. Make it worth your while because it will be your last. Just like

that heartfelt speech you so graciously gave." He titters at Amar's audacity.

My insides twist into gut-wrenching knots that have me wanting to fall to my knees, dispersing lasts

dinner across the carpeted floor. The thought of being left alone with my father to have his sinful ways

with me.......

Shit....

It makes me think, slitting my wrists a dozen times over would be more tolerable. I gulp, looking at the

floor, my eyes dancing around the grey fibre, willing myself to....

"Agh.. FUUCKK!" My father howls.

He releases me, pushing me to the floor, I look back at him. He's held up against the window struggling

against his captor, waving his gun side to side. He snickers, pulling the trigger, sending a gliding bullet

through the air in Amar's direction.

"NOOOOOO....!!!!" I scream frantically as I cover my ears with both hands, turning my head towards

Amar.