Smooth Criminal

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"Shoot Harry" my sick excuse of a fathers voice boomed through the empty dark room.

"It's not that hard you brat. Just take his life from his undeserving hands and pull the trigger" he pressured me slowly walking in circles around me. My tiny hands held the cold metal gun shaking from the fear. I didn't want to shoot him but if I didn't he would take my mother and sister away from me.

"Father I-I can't do it-"

"You little! You are so spoiled! Now do as your father says and shoot him" he shouted grabbing at the collar of my shirt and pulling me closer to him, I could now smell the strong alcohol he let out of his mouth as he took deep breaths. He quickly let go stepping back again gesturing to shoot the pleading man tied up on the almost broken wooden chair. He was trying hard to scream through the white cloth that was now covered in blood splatters.
My small fingers trembling gripping the cold black medal as I directly pointed the gun at the mans head watching his eyes widen in horror and he starts to squirm out of the tight ropes piercings in his skin and my disgraceful fathers sly smirk from the corner of his eyes, it was true... Everything about him truly was evil.
I had to just get it over with and pulled back the trigger BANG!

I was awaken from my deep sleep with a loud gasp. I could still feel my ears ringing from the gun shot like it had actually happened. I was getting tired and frustrated by these nightmares. It was so annoying how I couldn't figure out what they meant and why I was the one having them.

I rubbed my eyes tasting the layer of grogginess on my lips and continuous yawns escaping my mouth.
I was able to slip out of bed feeling my legs wobble a little as I balanced myself. These past two nights have been torture, the nightmares are happening more often and it's causing me to lose a lot of sleep.

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I slipped on my black ankle boots and took one last look in the mirror tucking a piece of hair behind my ear and smirking in approval. I ran downstairs to the kitchen where I found my mom making my breakfast like always but I just continued with my daily routine of grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl.

"You really should stop trying to make me breakfast because you know I'll just eat an apple or something" I told my mother who obviously looked annoyed like she always is when I don't eat whatever she makes for me.

"Well you really should, eating a full breakfast will help you stay awake and focuse more then an apple... And certainly less hungry" she explained her same daily lecture placing down a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me.

"Oh and Grace why were you screaming last night? Did you have a nightmare or something?" My mom suddenly brought up. I instantly set down the piece of bacon currently in my hand and slowly swallowed.

"Oh um... I was screaming? I didn't even notice. Yeah must have been a nightmare or something" I replied playing it off cool.

"Well what was it about?" Wow she's asking a lot of questions this morning.

"I don't remember- I got to head out mom" I rushed jumping off the stool and grabbing my bag making sure to kiss her cheek and ran out.

I was 10 minutes early but to be honest it didn't matter unless I was away from my mom and all of her suspicious questions. I decided to make a quick stop at the coffee house just to pass time.

"Medium Cappuccino, please" I told the middle aged lady my order along with giving her the money and before I knew it my coffee was out within minutes.

I made my way out of the shop pushing through the doors bringing the cup to my lips but immediately came in harsh contact with a wall like object almost losing my balance if it wasn't for a firm arm on my back holding me up.