My father Was A cold man, when I would Fall asleep I would dream about a better family, with a sober mom and... a father who cared. But that's not what I want to talk about, not right now at least.
"Hey Evie" said a voice by the barn door. "Steven?" I declare as I look up from my book "Whatcha' doin?" He questioned "Just trying to get a minute from my dad, I'm kinda scared that he's going to do something this time" I sigh "He got Really mad at mom I really Think he's going to do something." As soon as I said that I felt a Knot in my stomach- Lets Just say that feeling is why i'm still alive- "Shhh" I push Steven down as I listen to a noise I hear outside the door "Get down- I hear my dad" *BAM* The door burst open "What the hell is going on in here? I heard someone else, you don't happen to have anyone in here do ya? Huh, do ya??" he screamed as he walked over to examine "No pop, you must have heard my radio" Pointing to the radio in the counter "Hmm, Sure, But I swear Evelynn If I see anyone in here I'll blow their Fucking Head off count my word" he cried out as he left the barn. "Phew, that was close" he exhaled a huge gasp of air as he sat down. "So you wanna-" *BOOM* BOOM* *CRACK*
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Hayloft -the novel-
HorrorThis is a story heavly inspired by Hayloft and Hayloft ll by Mother Mother, I do not own the song This is my first story ive written in a while so please give me feedback
