My captor. My nemesis. My father.

"ELLA! GET DOWN HERE NOW!" I turn quickly moving on down the stairs towards the man I have learned to fear. 1

"Yes father?" My voice is soft, polite but not frightened not yet. 2

"Where have you been? What did I say about staying in your room! I told you stay down here." His hand flashes, sudden pain fills my cheek. 3

"Yes, sorry father. Can I return to my room for a moment?" I ask carefully giving him a promising look. I do not dare to reach up and touch my face. 4

"For what." He snaps suspiciously. 5

"My notebook father please, I only wish to write. No one will know of this I swear." My voice is soft and pleading now, fear now hides within the words, pain scattered within it. He suddenly moves his hand again and his face softens sickeningly and at once he is an angel. I can feel his hand brushing my albino blond hair, his muddy brown and speckled green eyes glare into my soft strawberry pink ones. 6

"Of course they wont, Darling." That sickening smile an his face, the bitter sweet memories of his words echoing into my mind, stirring the sleeping remains of long forgotten fears. "Go on now, get your note book." 7

"Thank you father." I smile sincerely at him before dashing back up to my cold, dark room. This should be a sanctuary but its far from that, the only place I feel remotely safe is in my mothers arms now. Because otherwise I know he's watching, cause he's always watching. Grabbing the notebook I hurried back down the stairs so I wouldn't be struck again. Falling into one of the chairs in the wide living room, I sink down and begin to write. 8

'My captor. My nemesis. My father. Three strong things to say all describing one person, I am so afraid of him, but yet there is only one thing to do. Stay with him. If I leave, he won't survive, if he does so does she...and her I care about. She is my guardian, my life, everything in the world and yet she still hasn't saved my from him. No one can save me from his torture. But that is all right as long as he doesn't harm my mom or anyone else, I could careless what he does to me.' I stop writing to think for a moment and glance over at him, he is watching the sports channel probably ESPN or something. 'His moods are weird, for one second he is normal a happy bright eyed man, and then suddenly a dark cloud befalls him and he strikes out, only at me of course. Again, I am forced to go as he is watching me write once again...I hope I shall right soon.'9

"Ella?" His voice is hard and naturally I flinch. "I don't think you should write any more Ella."10

"Yes of course father no more writing." I agree with him avoiding confrontation. He stands, I cringe again, again he moves closer to me now, hovering again he takes the notebook and throws it aside. "father. I." I look up at him again and he strikes me, the time my head spins from the smack, the pain ripping through my skull like a thousand stabbing knives. Suddenly another pain hits me and then another before long I cant see or react, What did I do this time? What is it now? I must be doing something wrong, but what? Maybe I looked at him wrong, maybe I shouldn't have blinked. My world is fading and then in the distance I hear him calling my name and the sound of sirens.