Perfection.

Perfection: Chapter Four.

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Perfection: Chapter Four.

Frankie’s POV~

I darted past shops, dodging random costumers as I fled from the last store I shoplifted from. My backpack, duffel bag and body was completely full of clothes, small house items, beauty supplies for disguises, and shoes for me and Alysh.

The mall cops were trying to run me down, making me go to jail. I pushed my toes harder onto the floor, gaining speed and ran faster. Soon they were out of sight and I was in the parking garage. I saw an abandoned old ratty car that probably no one would care about, and saw that the doors were unlocked.

Success! I threw the stuff in the backseat and hurriedly hotwired the car. It chugged to life, and I did the best I could maneuvering it out of the garage, to the house.

No one seemed to follow me, and I sighed in relief. I had to get another car, a fast one at that after I get my baby sister. It took me a good hour to get from this mall to the house, but I finally made it and parked outside, and thought up a good plan to execute and get my sister out of here.

Alysh’s POV~

I woke up in the morning with a start. The banging started up again, and that scary man was in my room once again. I wondered what else he could have broken, last night it sounded like everything was destroyed.

“UGHHH YOU LITTLE BITCH, COME OUT OF YOUR HIDING PLACE!!” The big man roared. I shivered and shed a tear, he scares the living daylights outta me! I made my way quietly to the little peephole my sister made, and I peered into it.

He was throwing the damaged items around my room. The wallpaper was scratched and was peeling off of my walls from the wreck. My bed was upturned and across the room. All my stuffed animals that I didn’t care about were strewn all over the floor, their heads and stuffing ripped out. He kicked around and growled again.

“Come out, come out wherever you are!” He said menacingly. I shuddered even more, and he walks out of the room. As soon as I hear his faint footsteps quieted, I let out a huge breath I didn’t know I was holding. Not even ten seconds later, he raged back into my room, with a sledgehammer. I gulped unconsciously, and he peered up to the ceiling, and grinned.

“So that’s where you two brats were hiding the whole time! Well say nighty night attic, it’s GOIN DOWN!” He swung the sledgehammer up into the ceiling, and I screamed audibly. It made him laugh in pure murder, and I dove over to my bed, clutching my stuffed animal.

Each swing of the sledgehammer made the flimsy attic squeak and shudder, and after a good thirty-some hits it started to break and fall down. I quickly prayed under my breath for Frankie to get back as the entire attic fell, and I was exposed to the murder.

He gave me a snakeish look, and picked me up by my short hair. I had to cut it in order for people to stop touching it and grabbing it, but it grew some so he had a tight grip on it.