Eliza POV

Ashes to Ashes
Dust to dust
Death I'm calling
Please pick up.

I say as I watch the fire sway as its blaze calls me an intimate feeling of wanting to throw myself in.

I was losing my mind, accepting all the hell all the pain. Now I see what he wanted before, I hadn't realize what he spoke but now I do.

I was always a problem I sent him to jail I let him suffer yet I had no remorse for it.

Consume in my thoughts were the only thing that keeps me safe. The longing image of my family, something tells me I'm causing them even more problem than before.

I jump from the sudden tap on my shoulder, I hadn't heard the door being pulled.

"Hey, you need any help" she smiled kindly almost seeing the flash of pity in her eyes. The look that seem famous towards me. I remain silent, ignoring her existence.

"She's fine, now leave" his voices roared lacing with annoyance towards the poor maid.

Scared as I was I hated him with every fiber of my being. I wanted to scream at him, hit him but I felt so weak.

"S..s..sorry sir" she fumbled with her words before turning to leave nervously turning the lock.

I heard footsteps coming closer to where I was instantly I bring my foot closer to my chest.

There wasn't any movement or words just the dead silence always the calm before the storm.

"Got something on your mind" he said calmly still having the light of annoyance in his voice.

I didn't dare answer him, what difference does it make.

Swiftly my hair was being pulled "I asked a fucking question" he said as he gritted his teeth, pulling my face closer to his face.

He might have gotten piss when I didn't answer, an inaudible scream escape pass my lips as he toss me on the bed.

"I'm getting real tired of you Eliza" he roared at me, combing his hair back roughly.

"Fuck"

Tears were rolling down my cheeks at this point, I became a doll, weak and damage. Just what he wanted, a sick wrenching feeling overthrow my insides.

I watch as his hands began to pull his belt buckled, I shiver knowing I cause this, not wanting him to be even more angry I pull down my Underwear turning on my stomach.

The calmness he showed was even more scary than the rage he would usually show.

The first strike came, I didn't dare cry out, remembering the harsh blows from couple nights back was enough to mute me. I became numb each time the belt touch my raw my skin.

I bite hard on my tongue, tasting the bitterness fill my mouth. Swaying my mind to find my happy place.

Suddenly he stopped

"Go clean yourself up" he said after throwing the belt across the room, lighting a cigarette as he sat on the bed. I force myself to a stand taking each step carefully.

I felt his eyes even after closing the door.

My eyes stray from the mirror not daring to look at myself, back facing the door I slid down holding onto my face. Silent sobs escape my lips, not wanting to draw his attention.

With my butt still aching I got up walking on shaky legs, turning on the shower I let the hot water burn my skin. It felt much better than what I was feeling inside.

Look at my thin hands, tightly forming my fists.

'One day'

The water began to get cold marking my time to get out. I threw on back the same shirt leaving my butt bare.

The door click softly standing within the dark the lamp being the only source of light.

"Come here" he said gruffly

I fear he would do something worst if I let him repeat, I shakily walk to the bed. His eyes were shut before I could think his hand pull me to lay down.

He didn't say a word I was too fearful to go to sleep like every night I fear that the worse would happen.

I subconsciously turn to be more comfortable, I gasped meeting his peaceful face, it drive me so mad to the core.

No remorse
No feelings

Killing him would be my pleasure to satisfied all the pain I've endured.

My anger subsided all my power disappeared. All I could think about doing is to survive.

It's been a year, no one was gonna find me.

I smiled sadly at my thoughts warm liquid caressing my cheek.

Surviving hell was the only thing I could do.