Peril

Eleven.

I just can't believe that I'm still alive and my brother's already dead. I'm not even sure if I'm still alive because I can't see anything. All I saw was pitch black. All I could remember was I lost my breath and collapsed.

Wait a minute, am I dead or what?

I could feel my hands and my feet cold. I heard my heartbeat. And I could sense my soul back to my body again. I slowly opened my eyes and wandered my eyes around the room.

I knew it could be Steve Wilson's room but I was wrong. It wasn't. My hands were tied to the chair's arms and my feet tied to it's legs. I was facing towards a table with a name plate on it.

It stated... "Nathaniel Mart- Dad!?" I was surprised and didn't believe it at first. I blinked a few times and bit my lips to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

I tried to understand and analyze everything that is happening at the moment. But I was really confused. I thought I was going crazy with all the new discoveries I discovered.

I didn't knew what time or day was it already. I didn't know how many times have I collapsed. I don't know what was going on. Everything seems so messed up.

"No! This gotta be a dream! Claer wake up!" I screamed to the top of my lungs. My voice echoed the room. I struggled out from the chair but it was useless. I tried to kick and push away the ties on my hands and feet. But negative, it didn't work.

I stopped moving when I heard someone entering the room. I looked down and closed my eyes. I was scared. Not because I was kidnapped but I was scared to find out the truth. To know that my own dad is infront of me grinning and gripping my hair up.

His eyes were furious. "Dad, why are you doing this to me? Let me go! Please!" I cried. He remained silent and let go of my hair. He directly sat down on his chair grabbed a pen. He started to scribble down something.

"Dad. Why are you doing this to me?! Why are you doing this to your own daughter!? Answer me!" I shouted at him. He stopped writing and looked at me with fierce eyes.

He stood up and dropped his pen on the table. He slammed his desk and said "You were never been my daughter Claer!" He was so mad that I could see his veins through his neck.

I looked at him with a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"You're just an illegitimate daughter of your mother from her another man before. All these years, I tried to hide my anger at you for being a product of your mother's mistake. I tried my best to fully accept you as my daughter but no, I can't. You disgust me!" He turned around.

"Haha what?! You gotta be kidding me! Steve please stop cloning my family! Show your real self!" I answered.

"I'm your stepfather for real." He showed me his bilady ark on his left forearm. "Any questions?" He looked at me straight in the eyes and looked away. He was about to go out from the room when I asked him something "Then if you're just mad at me then why did you kill the others? Why did you kill Felix? Why did you kill my brother!? Why did you kill your own son?!!"

He stopped walking and remained silent. "Because I didn't. He's not dead." He went out from the room and left me alone. The door slammed and silence occupied the entire room.

I thought of ways to escape. A lot of ideas got into my mind. If I would continue struggling, I would drain my energy. I scanned the room and suddenly the room shook.

The place was shaking too hard that I thought my brain neurons would be dysfunctional. "Ahhhh!" I screamed. My head hurts so much and I felt dizzy. Then again, for the third time I blacked out.