Angels and Saviors and Whatnot

"Alli, Alli, Alli, tsk, tsk, tsk" I heard someone saying. I recognized the voice, but I couldn't place the name.

Where am I? I was in a wooden chair in a dark room, with my hands tied behind my back and my feet tied to the legs of the chair.

What the hell is going on? I looked up and saw a single light, right above my head. I tried moving my hands but the knots were really tight. A bright light was shined in my eyes and I looked away, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Allison, you've been a bad girl. You've been naughty, and naughty girls get punished." Who the hell? Who did that sound like? The crack of a whip interrupted my thoughts, but the light remained shining.

"Bad girls...never go unpunished." The light was removed from my vision and when my eyes adjusted I was staring at my father.

He smiled darkly and slapped me across my face. I tasted the blood seething through my gums and glared at my father. I spit in his direction and he took the whip from a table nearby and cracked it, rather close to my face.

"What do you want?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"I want to do the same thing I did to your mother when you were 5 years old. I'm going to beat you so badly, you stop breathing," he said.

"What?..." My heart temporarily stopped as I looked into the eyes of what should have been a loving, caring father.

"Lights out dear." He said, punching me in the face, sending me into total darkness.
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I woke up with a start, breathing heavily and sweating.

"A-Alli?"

I looked to my right and saw Andy with a horrified look on his face. It was a dream...it was all just a dream....very realistic, but a dream.

"Alli baby, you okay? You were screaming and crying and-and..."

"I just had a nightmare Andy, I'm okay...What time is it?"

"It's only 8:45, you fell asleep during the movie, your dad hasn't come home yet," Andy explained. He scooted over towards me and held out his arms. I gave him a confused look.

"What?"

"Hug me, dummy," he said, grinning.

"Well, fine," I said, playfully sticking my tongue out. I stood up and walked over to Andy, who still had his arms out.

"Aren't you going to hug me?" he asked.

"If you're going to hug me," I said in a fake British accent, "then I need a proper hug."
Andy smirked and stood up, towering over me, and held out his arms again.

"May I hug you now Your Majesty?" he asked, mocking my accent.

"Yes you may," I said, giggling as I wrapped my arms around his skinny torso. My head rested on his chest and he placed his chin on the top of my head. He sat back down, with myself still attached to his stomach and started humming a song I didn't recognize. I breathed in and smelled Axe and...smoke, again.

"Andy, do you smoke?" I blurted out.

"What?" He sat up a little bit and I looked up at him.

"Do you smoke? Like cigarettes?"

"Uh.....do you want me to?"

"Do you or not Andy?" I made my face all serious even though it smelled surprisingly amazing.

"Yeah...I do...Do you want me to stop? I know it's bad for you, that's why I never do it around you," he said.

"No, it's okay. I like it," I said, smiling. I put my head back down in between his chest and his stomach and breathed in again. Wow, this smells amazing.

"Go back to bed baby doll," Andy cooed, stroking my long purple and blue hair. I felt my eyelids get heavy and I tried to fight it for maybe 10 minutes, trying to get the image of my father out of my mind but soon, sleep won the battle and took over my body.

Notes

Here's a shortie guys, I have Spanish finals tomorrow and I'm STRESSED, wish me luck! Love you pinjas!