He Wasn't Who I Thought He Was.|| a minific

Chapter 1

Daisy was in her room drawing in her sketchbook. Dexter had gotten her another one after she ran out of space in her old sketchbook. She was quietly sketching away at the paper, the only noise being her thoughts and the soft ticking of the clock downstairs. It felt nice. It felt... peaceful to be by herself for a little while. She would always be out and about, usually with Dexter. He's been... sort of clingy lately. In fact, he's been a lot of things lately. It was almost like he was a different person from time to time.

She set down her sketchbook, immersing herself in her thoughts once more. Her dad... he's been acting weird recently. There were times where he'd snap at her, sometimes to the point of making her cry. Though, he would always apologize and make up for it later. Other times he would be nervous and fidgety. These behaviors were odd. They had always occurred when there was a lack of calls, and during the winter time. "Maybe he just... really likes his job..?" She said to herself. A part of her felt like something was wrong, that there was something he was hiding from her.

A loud screeching mrow came from what sounded like the basement. Daisy was soon ripped from her thoughts. "What was that—?!" She asked herself in a slight panic. She immediately got up from her bed and ran to the door. She somewhat struggled to open it from the shakiness of her hand. She managed to open the door after a few seconds of poor hand maneuvering. She ran out into the hall. The cat's cries became clearer. It sounded like it was being murdered.

Daisy hurried down the stairs, almost falling a few times. She needed to help that cat. The cries were louder and louder, almost drowning out the soothing ticking of the clock. Daisy looked around in a panicked daze. She was in the living room now. She heard another cry. It was coming from the other side of the basement door. "How did a cat get in there...?" She wondered aloud.

Daisy ran to the basement door and opened it. The cat's cries had blocked out the sound of the door opening. Daisy slowly walked down the stairs, her breaths unsteady. There was a short hall that led to the basement room. She began to walk down the hall. She smelled blood.