Nervous Fright

Hearing the clank of the chains around my wrists, I knew that my hands were free, opening my eyes slowly as I looked at my father. In silence I rubbed my wrists lightly, scabs covered scars that cut deeply in a perfect circle. Looking down at my wrists I start tracing them with my finger remembering how I got each line, all the way from my hands to my back I would remember. Scared and afraid of what I'd done to get this kind of visit from a man full of anger, looking at my fallen chains, "why are you here this early?" He growled softly, making the hairs stand up on my neck, and shivers down my spine, " today is your first day in high school I am allowing you to leave for only 8 hours, if you're not here I will hunt you down." Shivering I had no idea whether to be scared or greatful, fixing my gaze to my father I forced a half smile, no matter how much it hurt somehow I managed to do it. He looked at me, a light flickering in his eyes, I don't why but something about the way he looked at me made me feel frightened and happy. Gently he placed his rough hand on my shoulder, but then and there the light faded and he began to tighten his grip, he giggled and giggled with each sound he made it seemed as if he tightened his grip more. A numbing feeling arose across my shoulder blade and tears welled up in my eyes, in a low but shaky tone I said, " o-okay okay I-I understand." He smiled releasing his grip, standing up he began to walk out of the cellar stopping midway and tossed clothes onto the bed, " get dressed you have 30 minutes before I change my mind."