The gold strands of hair that danced seductively through the wind as Freya walked back to her family's house. That proud grin on her face, she had always been this joyful and cute girl since she was born, making lot's of people swarm around her.
As she made her way into the house, the cold and unsettling feeling of the living room made her smile drop. She placed the grocery bag on the tea table as she looked around the room.
"Margaret!" She yelled as she walked to the kitchen, Margaret was the woman who took care of her ever since her mother ran mad. She looked around the empty kitchen as she frowned at the quietness.
Her legs dragged through the spotless kitchen as she looked around. Margaret wasn't a messy cook but she always made such a mess while cooking. Freya shook her head as she decided to go upstairs to check for her nanny.
The house looked small from the outside but it was wider on the inside. The first floor had her room, her father's room and the nanny's room, an extra door for the basement where her mother was locked.
She didn't want to delve too much into that part of her story.
The sound of a broken bottle made her stop in her tracks. Freya turned her head to where the sound came from and slowly walked towards it, her heart racing as she placed her hand on the door knob.
"What do you mean she isn't back? Is that what you do around here, bringing in those shabby boys to fuck you?" A tall muscular man, who had a slight resemblance to Freya cornered an average height woman as she had her eyes closed.
"I-i'm sorry, I'll go call her now, put away the bottle sir" Margaret's voice made Freya frown as she stepped into the room.
"That's enough dad" Freya's voice boomed through the room, her heart racing as she looked at her nanny whose face had turned pale and she looked as though she would faint at any moment.
"Here comes the star of the show" the sarcastic voice of her father made her stop in her tracks.
If Freya was a blazing fire then her dad was the bucket of water that could make her turn to nothing but smoke.
"Dad I thought you promised not to harm Margaret anymore. I step out for a minute and you already have a bottle pointed to her neck" Freya said, her voice coated with displeasure and fear.
But she just got a blank stare.
"Prepare dinner and quit lazing around, Margaret. Stay with me Freya" Mr Joseph said as he walked to the cellar at the corner of the room, allowing the bottle in his hand fall to the ground as it broke into multiple pieces.
Freya helped Margaret off the floor as she muttered a word of apology but Margaret just gave her a smile before walking out of the room. Freya turned to the man who stood by the window.
Her father.
A man who was never abusive but turned this way immediately after her mother ran mad.
And genuinely she was scared.
"What is this about, dad?" She asked as she walked closer to him but gave some distance between them.
"Why don't you come closer? You've grown into a very fine woman and I'm sure your mother would be proud to see you. I asked you to stay behind because of two things; your marriage and your mother's health" Mr Joseph said but Freya turned to him like he had a raw egg broken on his head.
Marriage.
"I never said I was tired of staying here, father. I'm fine with you and Margaret, I don't need a man in my life right now" Freya said, her words determined and she had made up her mind already.
"It's not a choice Freya, I want you gone at some point and that point is now. I'll be releasing your mother from that basement this night, the doctor said it's time" Mr Joseph said as Freya frowned. Her mother wasn't well yet, why was she getting released?
"But isn't that dangerous to all of us? She could harm herself and you still have the mind of doing this?" She asked her father who just glanced at her uninterested.
Mr Joseph stood up as he walked closer to her patting her head. "Whether she harms us or not, we'll have to wait and see"
With that he walked out of the room. Freya sat there, boiling in anger and fear. Her mother had once hurt her when she was a kid and now that her case had escalated, she would do all things to stay clear off her mother.
Mr Joseph walked down the basement, the keys jingling in his fingers as he switched on the small bulb that illuminated the room. A woman was tied to a chair.
Not tied. Strapped.
Her eyes snapped opened immediately she noticed another presence in the room. Her dark and shabby red hair fell over her shoulders as she raised her hair up, a taunting smile on her lips as she chuckled.
"What are you doing here dear husband?" The lady in the chair asked as Mr Joseph just looked at her blankly, walking around the room as he thought about what to do.
Freya was right, this woman could harm him but he was sure she wouldn't hurt her dear daughter. A plan started brewing in his mind as he left the basement going upstairs.
Freya had been standing in front of the basement door Incase anything went wrong, but as the door flew open, she stumbled back.
"How is she? Did anything go wrong?" She asked as her father grabbed her hand pulling her down the basement.
Her eyes flew open as the smell rain filled her nose.
"D-dad? Dad? What are you doing?" She screamed at him but he didn't respond, he pushed her down the stairs as he immediately walked upstairs.
The sound of the room being locked made her almost pass out. "Dad! dad! Open the door please" she begged as he slammed her fists against the door.