silver sketches

behind closed doors

I woke up to the sound of my alarm going off at 5:00 in the morning. Time to start a new day grant.I got up and made my bed and got dressed in all black with a dark purple hoodie. After finishing my morning routines it was time to start my daily chores the fun part is trying to be as quiet as possible so I don't wake up my father i quietly starting to pick up the dirty clothes he left as he made he's way to he's bedroom once I collected all the laundry and put it in the washer I went outside to cut wood for the fireplace once done I began breakfast
I wanted to get everything done as fast as possible so I cook simply eggs and bacon with toast and put his plate out and made his lunch then I sat and ate my food quickly once done I washed my plate and dashed out the door grabbing my bag that had my notebook and pencils in it. As I walked the path I made awhile back I began to hear birds singing signaling me that I left the cabin just in time I picked up my paste excited to reach my destination making my way through the curvy pathway I reach a cliff there I sit on a fallen over tree and as I took my notebook and pencils out I saw what I was so patiently waiting for the very first sunrise of spring pulling my notebook open I begin to draw the scenery I see

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Suddenly I was pulled out of my world
By the sound of my alarm 7:00 what already!? but I'm almost done I looked up at the scenery then down at my unfinished work. I can make it. I began to draw quickly trying to finish my drawing before "he" wakes up once done I looked at my phone to see it was 7:20 I can make it I quickly packed up my things and made my way back to the cabin. I was half way there when I looked at my phone once more and saw it read 7:40 shit I began to run as my heart beat even faster but not from the sudden run but for the fear that he well be awake just waiting for me at the front door of the cabin just staring me down as I walk forward from the path I come from. I begin to prepare for the worst as I saw the smoke from the chimney that protruded out of the roof of the cabin but to my surprise he was nowhere in sight I sighed in relief and enter the cabin putting my things by the door I walked into the kitchen to see his plate was empty suddenly the relief left as soon as it came and the fear began to sink in I swallowed harshly as I heard someone walking towards me from behind I turned to face my father his eyes feared with rage he lifts his head and swings knocking me to the ground pushing over a chair in the process. putting an arm on the chair that once stood at the table I wipe the blood that began to drip down my Lip."Were the fuck did you go little shit?!" He yelled as I begin to realize he was drunk again wow it's not even noon yet and he's already drunk why am I not surprised. I was quickly pulled out of my thoughts when he yelled once again "hay I'm talking to you peace of shit were did you go?!" He then put he's boot on my ankle and begin to lean forward putting pressure on it. I quickly answered with a lie "I was bringing more wood to cut"
He's face didn't change from that disgust look as if he was looking at something that shouldn't exist. "If I break your leg you won't be able to take off again" he said with a twisted smirk."Please don't!" I pleaded as I began to move back trying to move my leg away from under his boot."Were you going!"He yelled as I moved away quickly only for him to grab my arm and pull me back then proceed to sit on top of me and beat me until I no longer could think straight and only see red I scream out in pain and frustration then suddenly a plate flys off the table and hits him on the side of he's head cutting him slightly and causing his eyebrow to bleed. he moves back enough for me to crawl away from him and into the corner of the kitchen desperately trying to catch my Breath I look up to see him holding his now bloody head looking at the now broken plate on the floor as of trying to figure out what has happened he quickly looks up at me "how fucking dare you Damm cursed child! He quickly walked towards me and grabbed me by my neck lifting me off the ground."I didn't do anything" I cried out as I desperately tried to breathe "you think I'm going to believe the words of a cursed child just looking into those silver eyes make me sick you should've died instead of Lily!" My eyes grew wide as those words sunk into my heart as if a knife went through it suddenly there was a knock at the door he looked at the door then back at me putting me down he simply tells me with no emotion "go clean yourself up we have a guest" my throat still hurting from his grip I say with a weak voice "yes sir"

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As I was cleaning up I heard a familiar voice my theory was soon answered when I walked downstairs to see the sheriff talking with my father "hay their sketch Jesus what happened to you?" My father immediately glared at me waiting for me to answer I give him a small smile and said "I fall down the stairs" the sheriff began to look up and down at my state with concern in his eyes "He's fine you know how clumsy kids are" my father spoke "yeah but still be careful don't wanna break a leg" I laughed as he's comment for obvious reasons known only to me "yeah I'll be fine" I reassured him he nodded his head and looked at my father and with a nod of his hat he said "well I'll be going then you already know what's going on so be careful out there John you to sketch" I looked at him confused with missing the first part of the conversation he had with my father. "Let me walk you out" I told him he nodded and we began to walk out the door my father giving me the glare of I swear to god if you tell him anything.so what am I supposed to be careful about I asked "oh there's been some murders in town of all ages so I'm going around warning everyone to be more careful and to lock their doors and don't let any strangers in so you better report any suspicious activity got it" I nodded my head showing him that I understood he looked at me one more time and said "are you sure you're okay those are some nasty bruises for just falling down the stairs" he looked at me with such concern as if hoping I would tell him the truth but I simply said "you would be amazed what happens behind closed doors I'll just have to be more careful next time" with almost a look of disappointment he nodded his head and went back to his car to continue his route I leaned over one of the support beams and waved goodbye as I turned I see my father glare through the window and walk away. as if I could ever tell him the truth.

Hello everyone I'm so very sorry this chapter come so late I've been busy with so many changes in my life I haven't had a chance to write but I hope this chapter makes up for it and hopefully chapter 3 well be out soon until then stay spooky my friends.