A Thousand Years (Sequel to Red)

The moment you realize that in the blink of an eye you have lost everything, its the most terrifying moment of my life. As I drive away from not only my friends, but my family the recent events played in my head. Its hard to believe that in an instant you can looses everyone important to you. Here I am, driving away from the people who picked me up when I fell down and got me where I am today. The people whom I called my family.


60. Give Me Liberty Or Give Me Death

***Beth's POV***

I was done. Done with this madness I call my life. Done with the insults being thrown at me. Done with the lies done with the hope... done with everything. It feels like each time I look out that window I hope and I long to break free from this prison and take my freedom back. I know all too well now that all of that hope and longing is just a dream. A dream that is slowly fading. My still blood covered fingers trace the little marks on the wall, exactly 129. One for each day that I have been trapped here. It was almost four and a half month now and I knew that I was slowly fading. I didn't know how much longer I could stand... well... all of this.

I heard the familiar click of the door being opened and it flow open. I hadn't seen him since the incident between us and I didn't want to see him. How could I look the man who raped me, my own father in the eyes? 

"I've made a decision." He grinned.

"Good for you." I mumbled.

He stomped over to me and picked me up by the collar of my shirt, pulling me up against the wall.

"Don't be a little bitch to me. It'll only get worse once you've heard my decision. I'm actually giving you what you pleaded for only a few night ago." He spat.

"What? My freedom." I spat back.

"No. Your death." He grinned.

My head shot up and my eyes met his finally. "Y-you're going to kill me?" I asked.

He smirked at me. "Are you scared?" 

"Well, you know what Patrick Henry once said? Give me liberty or give me death." I told him.

"And you sure as hell wont be getting your liberty." He spat.

"You honestly think I'm scared of you anymore?!" I asked harshly.

"Oh I see it in your eyes sweetheart." He grinned evilly.

"What more could you possibly do to me?!" I yelled. "You've taken everything from me! You've beaten me practically every single day you call me unforgivable names and you even fucking raped me! You raped your own daughter! What kind off sick man does that.

I felt his fist come into contact with my face and I fell to the floor. "Don't ever question my reasoning." He spat.

"Why?! Because you'll beat me?! You'll call me names?! You'll rape me?! Oh look and now you're just going to kill me like that! You deciding to kill me was the best news I've heard in months!" I screamed at him.

He threw me to the floor and punched me repeatedly.

"I said shut the fuck up you little slut. Hear me?" He seethed..

"Oh I hear you fucking loud and clear!" I spat. "Thats doesn't mean I'll listen."

"Just because i'm going to kill you doesn't mean I won't still kill your little boyfriend." He grinned.

I stared at him for a moment. "This is between you and I. This has nothing to do with Liam!"

"Oh but it does. I'm going to make him hurt. I'm not going to physically hurt him. I'm going to mentally hurt him." He grinned.

"You're such a sick man!" I spat.

He slapped my cheek hard. 

"Do I need to sew your lips together?" He threatened.

I gave him a death glare.

"Now back to the topic of your death." He grinned. "How about we give Liam a little call right before I kill you? He can hear you suffer. He can hear you cry out in pain. And the best part is, he gets to hear you die."

I just stared at him. He can't do that to Liam. He just can't.

"Y-you wouldn't." I mumbled.

"Just watch me." He grinned.

He picked me up and threw me into the chair. He picked up a roll of duct tape and tied my hands together behind me and both feet to the chair. I watched as he took a gun out of his pocket and he gave me a smirk. He took out his phone and dialed Liam's phone number. A few moments later  I heard the voice that made my heart shatter.


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