Revenge Is Sweet

31 - Illecebrous

𑁍𝚂𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚊𑁍

The floorboards creak under my weight as I slowly move down the stairs. It's too quiet here, something's wrong.

"Hello?" I ask, slowly moving down the hall. I repeat the word a few times, searching the house. I open up one of the doors closer to the living room.

"What're you doing?"

I jump and spin around, my eyes widening when I see my dad standing closely behind me. His face is covered with blood, almost unrecognizable.

"I...I was just looking..." My voice trails off into silence, getting distracted by the blood that drips down his chin and onto his shirt.

"You shouldn't be down here." He scowls and harshly grabs my arm. I gasp when he yanks me away from the door. "Haven't you learned?" He questions.

"I'm sorry," I struggle to keep up with him.

He practically drags me up the stairs, yanking me when I trip over one. When he makes it to the top, he throws my bedroom door open and tosses me in.

I fall hard on the hardwood ground, staring wide eyed up at him. "Dad, please." I beg, crawling backwards to get away.

He glares at me, slowly walking in after me. "You're a killer." He grounds out. "You're not supposed to be out." He adds. A shot of fear runs through my body when he slams the door shut behind him.

I shake my head rapidly. "No. I didn't kill anyone." I insist. Someone told me I didn't kill anyone. My hands are clean. "I'm so sorry." I apologize sincerely and stop crawling away. I'm cornered on the ground between him and the wall.

"You've killed me." He extends his arms out, towering over me. "You need to know how it felt." He steps even closer.

I try fighting him as hard as I can, but nothing I do seems to work. He catches the collar of my shirt to lift me up and cocks his fist back. I watch blood run down his eyes, he doesn't blink.

I kick and flail as much as I can, but it's not working. He throws his harsh fist in my face, so I claw at his fist gripping the collar of my shirt.

He doesn't care. It's just like the blood pouring down his face. It doesn't affect him at all. He couldn't care less about it.

There's something wrong with the way he hits me, but I can't figure out what it is. My body is refusing to think about it.

My eyes snap open after his last punch. I jerk but a pair of arms wrapping around me stops be from getting far.

"Soph, it's me. Relax, honey. I got you." Grey's soft voice assures me. I stop fighting him immediately.

We go through the same routine we go through almost every night. Grey tells me we're going to go to bed now and I wrap my arms around the back of his neck while he picks me up.

Only this time, I spot a pair of wide green eyes in the darkness. "Clem," I call. She went to sleep with me.

She was cuddling me. I hope I didn't hurt her.

Greyson sighs quietly and shifts to hold me in one arm. I hear Clementine meow from surprise just a moment later while he scoops her up in his free hand. I grab her to hold her to my chest while Greyson takes both of us out of the room.