What the hell is happening?" I said, running as fast as I can towards my burning house. It's not the usual that I get to come home to a house on fire! How did this even happen? I stop at the door step. What if there already out? Wouldn't they have gotten me if they did? "Fuck it." I slammed open the giant door and flames of smoke smashed into my face as I ran for the source.
I started to bolt to the kitchen but yet the smoke was growing thicker, causing me stumble onto the floor coughing. "Dad, you there?" I yelled at the top my lungs, tying not to inhale the fumes. I start to crawl towards the room, bringing my face close to my arms. As I'm making my way to the kitchen, something sticky touched my hand. I muttered under my breath while eyes closed, "do I even bother to look?" When curiosity filled my mind there was no way stopping me. I peeked one eye open, looking down. There I saw blood stains on my hands and in the carpet, trailing to my destination. I now started to panic.
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Stitch
Teen FictionIt contains cursing reader discretion is advised. It's about a child's "trials" with his stepmother. Contains gruesome material.
