Our Caretaker

Bloody Kneecap

"Mom" then slapped Zoey hard in the face, and then scolded her for not winning.

She took her by the hand and led her to her room. Locking the door behind her, I heard 3 things.

A scream, a thud, and laughter.

This is bad.

I went to Michael, who was sitting on the dining table. I said to him,

"I'm sorry, but this is going to be even more  painful if you move. We.. we have to disinfect it, it might get infected.

"What do you mean?" He said.

"Just, stay still, and grab him a towel to bite onto."

I grabbed the wine bottle from the top of the kitchen cabinet and opened the cork.

"I hope you're not doing what I think you're doing."

"You guessed it."

I walk over to him and pull the bandages off of his leg revealing a half chopped kneecap, and a half chopped ankle. Alongside with his almost-cut-off hand.

I really don't want to do this but I have to.

I began to pour the red wine out onto the bloody knee. The alcohol soon spreading to his ankle. The towel he bit began filling with drool and along with muffled screaming.

I know how bad this hurts, but it could get infected and he could die. I know you're supposed to disinfect then stitch, but we had to stop the bleeding before he died of blood loss.

After pouring on some of the wine, I grabbed some peroxide out of the kit and poured that on aswell.

Moving onto his hand, Sadie got out the needle again and sewing his hand up. The towel filled with drool, blood, and muffled screams. I poured on wine, and peroxide.

Squeaky clean.

We then picked him up off he table and got him upstairs. We went into our room and sat him on a bed.

"Rest here.", I say.

He closed his eyes and we went out of the room. I didn't know what the others were doing but was going to look for some crutches, atleast some sticks that support him.

I went to the basement and looked everywhere. I finally found something, but it was weird. It was like 2 regular sticks, but they had a weird goo all over them. It didn't have a color, just a feeling.

I went to the bathroom and washed them off, then went into our room again, to which I was greeted by Liam and Roman looking at my coloring book.

"Nice imagination for a weirdo."

"Yeah! What's this stupid little foxes name?"

"I think she's just weird in general."

His name is Benjamin.

They look behind themselves with wide eyes, gleaming at me as I gave the sticks to Micheal, well just layed them beside his bed. He was asleep. I strutted out the room walking back and forth while Roman and Liam sat on the bed in the room.  Then I remembered Zoey.

I wondered what "Mom" had been doing to Zoey. I never heard anything since her last laugh.

I went to go find the others and they were just chit chating. But then I heard something, a scream.

It was from Zoey, which means somethings bad. She was being punished.

I don't get why though. I think it's just for entertainment. More shrieked screams came along, and I went upstairs to investigate, when I saw a pool of blood in the crack of the door. It was seaping out the bottom.

I heard chopping noises, along with the blood oozing out of the door. The door slowly cracked open and I peaked inside.
What was awaiting for me? What happened to Zoey? What if I get killed?

The intrusive thoughts flooded my head, as I peaked inside.

I saw the axe being lifted of and down in a swinging motion. Looking to the right, I saw  Zoeys face with blood on it. I opened the door a bit larger, and..

she was cutting her leg..

I closed the door silently as I let out a muffled scream. I went to tell the others, and went downstairs. They were in the living room, criss cross on the floor talking once again.

I burst into tears telling them the news and Sadie comforted me while Solomon gave me a hug.

"Children! Children! This is your first annual dessert time. I will be baking cake!"

And she rung the bell to tell us to go to our rooms.

I grabbed my coloring book and starting doodling. Micheal then woke up, to the sound of an alarm. We all heard it. It sounded, familiar.

Like, an oven timer.

The oven was done preheating. She really was going to make us a cake.

But out of what ingredients?