Metathesiophobia

Hillary's POV

Metathesiophobia.

I was stuck on the fear of everything that revolved around me. I ran to the sink to throw up after the meal. In Fact I had no appetite. The saga was too much for me to swallow. I was hoping to wake up from this ugly dream.

My Dad? Out of jail. He escaped. How? What if he hurt or killed the officers? Is that possible? My head was burning and I wish I could vomit all the troubles away. I rinsed my face afterwards. The bathroom kept on spinning. At this point, I wasn't myself. My father was too much of a green snake on the green grass. The way he played with the kids and talked to Mrs Veronica. I was still perplexed.

I took my towel to clean my face. Smeared a pea sized paste to my toothbrush and washed my mouth.

My breaths were heavy. I made a mistake. I made a huge mistake. I ran to my bed crying.

“Hillaryyyyy.” I scolded myself in soft moans. “Why does the story have to get twisted? What's going on?”

I tried taking a deep breath and looked through the window. A Lot of crazy thoughts ran through my mind. I had to leave. Somewhere far away from my Dad. One thing I knew for sure was that I can't stay here anymore because of him. My mind reeled to dinner's earlier conversation.

‘Meet my husband.’ I scrunch my nose in sheer disgust. Husband? How did Dad manage to compel her like that? When did he meet her? How many months have they been together?

I should focus on how to leave. What do I tell her? I just got a job. I hugged my pillow. I tend to act like I'm okay but deep down, I just need a hug. I needed to talk to someone. Bridget was absent and I wouldn't want to call her to shift my problems to her. I promised her everything would go smoothly.

Maybe I should go to Sleep and…….

I stopped thinking and got up to pace the room.

That's when another thought hit me. I would definitely avoid my Dad for some limited period of time if I accepted to work with Travis. Sure I'm going to be so busy and then come back to work here. I won't have to see my Dad often.

Should I?

But….. How do I balance chores and everything? Let's say I have to wake up as early as I can. Clean and get the kids prepared for school. Then go to work, then take permission to pick up the kids. Hmm, tough. Firstly? Would Mrs Veronica allow that?

My chest was pounding and I was paranoid. I gasped when I heard the knock from my door.

“Hillary open up. I need your attention.”

“Coming ma'am.” I walked towards the door and opened it. “Is there any problem?” I asked politely.

“I would like you to do some work.” She stated and I already found myself closing the door beside me to follow her.

“ …..for me and my husband.”

I stopped. This woman has no idea. Everytime she says that word. It burns me up. It makes me wanna sit her down and tell her that's my Dad. A Devil that manipulates.

“Aren't you coming?”

“O..h.. yes” I walked with her until we got to her room. This was terrible. This was a bad idea. I saw my Dad sitting on the couch reading a newspaper. She scurried towards him and he let the papers down. That smile on his face wasn't real. They both kissed.

I rolled my eyes because I would puke at any moment.

The kiss became intense and I had to clear my throat.

“Oh. Don't mind me. I just realized someone's in here.” She laughs and sits on his lap.

I felt my whole world collapse. Really. This man is a psychopath.

“So. Hillary. Just a little pedicure before we go off to sleep. You can do that right?”

“Yes.” My reply was cold.

“Good.” She points to a corner of the room..the whole items were in the kit.

I slowly moved, fixing my eyes on the floor. Ain't no way I would let my eyes meet with my Dad. I took the kit.

“Start off with my husband please.”

This is hell. My Dad placed both his legs on the floor and I had to get some water and a bowl. My Dad stood up. “Excuse me please.”

I had to wait till he got back before I started. Work of shame. I took a deep breath and before I could start, the lights went off.

“What's going on?”

Dad was the first to raise the alarm and Mrs Veronica turned on her flashlight.

“I don't know. But um, I'll go check it. I'll be back in a bit.”

No. No. No. Don't you dare leave me with this man here. Don't you dare.

Oh crap. She did. She left, leaving a flashlight behind. Now this was awkward.

“What are you waiting for? Won't you start?”

His voice came out precise and sharp. I managed to look into his eyes and eyed him with contempt but continued with my work.

Suddenly I felt something warm on my hair. My scalp actually.

“You know you remind me of your mother.” He said and I tilted my neck backwards.

“You look just exactly like her.”

I didn't listen but continued. He cupped my face with his palms.

“Dad, enough” I gritted my teeth.

“Enough? It's about to get hot since she left. I anticipated.”

“What?” I dropped the towel and rose to my feet. “ The lights that went off, that was your doing?”

I couldn't believe it.

He pulled his feet out of the bowl and cleaned the water with the towel. Stepping closer to me. I moved back taking deep breaths. “What are you doing?” I gulped.

“Something I wanted to do long ago.” He pulled his pants down and his dick bounced along. They were now visible. I closed my eyes in total disgust.

“You're a freak.” I screamed and reached for the door but he was too fast.

“No. No. Baby girl. I wouldn't do that if I were you.” Gripped on his fingers was a pocket knife and I gasped. Crying.

“Dad. Stop. Don't hurt anyone.” I stared up at the ceiling not wanting to look at his waistline.

“I won't hurt anyone if you suck me.”

I freezed. My ears are still processing the words he spoke. I felt like I was in a dream. My body was fighting to run away but physically I was weak.

“Come on. Suck my Dick.”

“No. You're mental!”

My face swelled with intense pain. The moment he slapped me and I fell to the floor crying.

“Suck it.!”

“Dad, stop. Please.” I cried out.

“Suck it, my daughter.” He was rubbing it faster and faster. His jaws clenched. I felt nothing but irritated, harassed and scared.

“Suck my Dick or I'm going to shove it down my throat!” He warned.

Suddenly, the lights turned on and I heard Mrs Veronica's voice.

“Clean those motherfucking tears. You fucked up today doesn't means you won't next time.” He wore his pants back and placed his legs into the bowl. I cleaned my tears immediately and Mrs Veronica opened the door.

“There were some minor issues with the lights. It's all fixed now.” She states.

“Hillary. Please could you go sleep for now. Maybe we can postpone it to tomorrow. I'm very tired. What do you think honey?”

“Whatever you say. Love.” He replied and I excused myself by closing the door behind.

I ran straight into my room to cry a river but then someone was at the window on black. It almost felt like a jump scare when the person jumped in and I screamed but he pulled his mask.

“Hey, quiet. It's me. Travis.”

He calmed me down.