Almost Easy

Chapter Eighty-Six:

Lydia’s POV

I groaned as I started to come to. I don’t know what my father had his friend give me, but it’s some strong shit. I can’t help feeling a little relieved that Adam cared about my well-being. He’s always been strange like that. I know that he cares in his own twisted way, but that doesn’t cancel out his dark side. It’s not even close. I’d be stupid to let myself forget that.

“How are you feeling, little Dove?” Speak of the devil. Dad just walked into his bedroom and stroked my face, as he sat down on his bed. I tried to shrug, but it ended up as an awkward muscle spasm. I can’t really control my body, between the pain in some places and the numbness in others.

“Shitty,” I told him. My voice sounds weird, like it’s flat and far away. I tried to focus on Adam’s face, but eyes just wouldn’t cooperate. How hard did I hit my head? I don’t feel nauseous, so that’s at least something that’s going for me.

“Derek has been taken care of.” He assured me.

“Taken care of?” I echoed. He nodded.

“You don’t need to worry yourself over the details, little Dove.” He sang. He moved down to kiss my forehead and I flinched. I saw something change in his eyes and I knew that jerking away from his touch was a mistake. A carnal grin took over his face. I gulped and worried tears fell from my eyes. I’m so out of it and I know that I can’t defend myself. I just have to lay here and take it. “You don’t want me to touch you?” He whispered in a cruel, chilling tone. I didn’t answer him. “Would you rather that I bring Derek back and let him take you from behind?” He hissed.

He raised his hand and I braced myself. He laughed as he brought his hand down. I felt the skin over my eye break and burst open. I cried out.

“Please, please, don’t.” I begged him. “I can’t take anymore. Please…” I pleaded with him, but the look in his eyes only grew colder. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to get through to him. I just hope that he leaves me alive.

Adam is such a contradiction. He takes joy in beating me down, but feels at least some remorse later. It’s twisted as hell and I don’t understand it. The smallest things set him off and I have no idea how to avoid it. It always comes back to him – forever the sadist. Whatever glimmer of good he has inside himself is vastly outweighed by the evil.

“If you can’t take anymore, then maybe you should be a better daughter. What do you think about that? Do you think you can obey me? It’s always your behavior. I do love watching you cry. It’s so much sweeter when you’re bleeding.” He breathed.

This is how he’s different than Derek. Adam gets a hard-on while he’s hurting me, but it’s not because he’s attracted to me. It’s because he’s addicted to inflicting the pain. It’s the only way that he can get off. He would never touch me that way and I know that. He knows that. But, that doesn’t mean that he can’t find some other way to torture me.

He pulled his hand back, but it never came in contact with my face. His fist landed in my stomach, instead. I screamed. He hit something that was already sore. A white, hot pain flooded through my body.

“Just wait until I’m through with you.” Adam warned me. Dread filled my being and things started to go black. Everything hurts, but I can’t keep my eyes open. I’m so tired. I doubt he’ll notice if I sleep.

Notes

Kinda short, I know, but tomorrow's chapter should be a little longer. Drama next chapter. Shit is about to go down!

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Katie