The basement

𝗙𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁?

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𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒗
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𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 rudely awoke me to another boring day of forceful reading and stargazing out of my window, watching other kids play. I sigh at the thought of being out there and actually socialising, but thanks to me wierdass father and his rules on strangers, i cant talk to any kids. I usually get the daily paper dropped off at my household, not like the silly paperboy knows i exist. I never had a birth certificate as apparently '𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙞𝙩' yet another bunch of bullshit exploding from my fathers mouth. He always kept me secret but its fine ig, hes my father and i can trust him

Today i picked up the daily paper and the headline nearly stopped my heart right then and there

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐑, 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝟒 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄?

"What a bunch of shit" father says, snatching the paper out of my hands and throwing it in the bin

"Its serious dad, those poor boys are probably fighting for their lifes right now and this son of a bitch is getting away with it" i exclaim. Shit. I swore infront of father. I gasp and cover my mouth in shock

"LANGUAGE" dad shouts, his breath reaking of beer and other beverages i don't want to know about

"This is why i keep you indoors, its so dangerous out there and u are perfectly fine indoors" he slurs . He does let me out on occasions but i am never allowed to make friends and ESPECIALLY if they are women, i wonder why?

"Father..?" I mumble, a thick layer of fear overriding my voice

"WHAT" he violently yells, groaning afterwards like it was hard work

"Can i go with uncle max to find these children?" I politely ask. My uncle max was visiting town to find these kids with a group of his drug dealer friends and they were all super kind to me so i thought it would be fun

"ARE U TAKING THE PISS SCARLETT!" He screeches

"Go to your room, unbelievable!" He scoffs , lighting a cigarette

𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 glaze softly as a delicate tear runs down my face, i want to help these kids and my father, being the hangover drunk brat he is, wont let me. Sometimes i wonder if he knows where these kids are but just wont tell us. He always denies but 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?

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Father is currently at work right now, i scoff thinking about his lies, he is probably drinking his ass away at our local pub or doing a drug deal with one of max's friends. I check my watch and it reads 5:30pm . There is a strict rule layed in our house that we have to go to our beds at 7pm because dad 'says so' i wonder why but i head downstairs and grab the newspaper out of the bin. I scrape some of dads cigarette bums off of the frint page and continue reading, the victims go by the names of :

𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆

𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑

𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐄 𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀

Bless their souls i hope they get found and i hope they are alive and well whilst in the moment. I was awoken of my thoughts by two violent pounds on my door. I rush upstairs knowing its my dad and lock myself in my room

"DO NOT COME OUT UNLESS I SAY SO. UNDERSTAND?" He yells from the bottom of the stairway.

"YES FATHER" i politely yell back before fixating my eyes on my book. After a few hours, i unlock my door and go back to reading, dad might want to visit so i have to leave my door open. What a cunt. Moving along, today he went out for a second round? What could he be doing?? I seriously don't know what my father could be doing this late at night , especially after these kidnappings, i read from the papers that they are locking everything down after 6:30 because of these vicious stories to tell.