Alice

Break in

I sit in my bed, tears stinging in the back of my eyes. I know my dad didn't mean what he said, he'll apologize in the morning like he always does, with an expensive gift card, or a stuffed animal, or a movie. It still hurts, no matter how much money he throws at me to say sorry, it still hurts.

He abused me for years and excepts me to forgive him because he pays me to stay quiet? It's bullshit, I know it is, but I don't know what to do about it.

Even if I reported it now he hasn't done it in months, there's no evidence anymore. I just sob into my teddy bear.

I can't go a single night without thinking about the awful things that man did to me. I can't live with the thought of knowing he works at a daycare after that, he's around children all day.

The weight of knowing what he did– probably what he still does– and not being able to do anything to stop him, makes me want to... I shake the thought from my head.

Some days it feels like It'll be me or him. Tonight may be the night I gather the courage to take his gun from the safe and-

I'm broken from my thoughts when I hear glass breaking and my mom yelling. I assume she broke a glass and got mad at dad until I hear her screaming. I look up and hear the click of a gun but no fire, followed by my dad screaming.

There's a faint sound that I can't quite identify. My father goes silent. The sound happens again, it almost sound like bones breaking.

I hear a thud and stand up, setting my stuffed animal down on the bed as I walk towards my bedroom door. I quietly turn the handle and open the door.

I make my way down the hall, keeping my feet close to the wall so the floors don't creak. I hear my mother breathlessly struggle to scream, then choking for a moment before I hear another thud. Silence.

I turn the corner, looking into the living room. I see a man around my height, a little bit taller. He walks over to my fathers dead body.

My dads gun is still in his hand. His eyes look past me, cold and lifeless and pale. The man stands over my fathers body, leaning down and tracing his watch with the bloody knife.

I never thought I'd feel relief in seeing my father dead. It makes sense to be relieved knowing he can't hurt another little girl like he did to me.

I walk forward, directly at the man I can only assume killed my father. He's wearing a black hoodie, black skinny jeans, black leather gloves, And has black hair.

The floor creaks loudly just one step away from him. He turns to me quickly, raising his knife in the air to strike me, seemingly out of instinct. Before he can plunge it down into my chest, I wrap my arms around him and begin to sob.

I have no idea why I did that.

He freezes, I assume confused. I can't force myself to do anything more than sob into his shoulder. 

"Thank you." I say quietly. I hear the knife clatter against the hardwood floor. he gently wraps his arms around me, hugging me back.

I push away from the hug and I can't bear to look at the man. I look instead at the man who's dead on the floor in front of me. Somehow that's easier to look at.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, you just–" I have to pause, collecting my thoughts. The man in black just stands there, the knife laying at his feet in a puddle of blood. i hear his paniced breaths.

"You don't know it but you probably just kept someone from ending up like me." I say, finally looking up to see the man in front of me. There are tear streaks down his face. He looks just as scared as I feel.

"What?" He asks.

"He- he does things- did things to kids he works with, and to me, and I-" I have to cut myself off before I break. I can't force myself to explain. "Thank you." I say again.

"I'm spencer. My name is Spencer." He says. I think. He's trying to comfort me, or maybe himself. He looks slightly scared.

"Alice."

"Alice, I know this is a stupid question but, are you okay?" He asks, stepping towards me and reaching his hand towards me.

I shake my head and step back. He steps towards me again, this time picking up my father's gun from his hands. I step back again. Eventually my back hits the wall at the end of the hallway.

"Alice. I'm giving you the chance to go peacefully. Just click boom and it's over, no pain, no police investigation, just nothing." He says, offering me the handle of the gun.

"What if I don't want to die anymore?" I ask him, tears welling up in my eyes. "What if it was supposed to be me or him and then you chose for me? What then?" I ask, franticly sobbing. The tears start to block my throat, like I can't breathe.

"Trust me, Alice, I know what you went through. This is the easiest way out. this shit never lets you go." He says, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I don't want the easy way out anymore." I say, starting to compose myself and wiping my face.

Spencer sighs, taking the gun properly in his own hand. He turns around and walks down the hall, pacing back and forth at the end of the corridor.

He's going to kill me, isn't he?

"Then I'll take you with me." He says, turning to face me. He walks down the hall and grabs my arm, pulling me to my bedroom door. "Grab the essentials, we have to change how you look. If you stay alive, then Alice dies." He says.

I do as I'm told, grabbing a few black band shirts and a pair of jeans, along with a few other things. I run into my bathroom and grab a few things there too, including black hair dye that my brother left behind when he moved out.

Oh god, my brother. He's supposed to come to visit tomorrow.

I shake the thought from my head. My only way to stay alive right now is to run. You heard Spencer, Alice has to die one way or another.

I sling my bag over my shoulder, meeting Spencer in the living room again.

"Okay, come on." He says. He opens the front door and runs quickly to a black pick-up truck. I throw my bag in the bed of the truck and climb into the passenger seat.

He starts driving away. Not long after, I'm fast asleep in the passanger seat.

A/n so my ice nine kills hyper fixation is in fact another special interest, I'm a little stupid lol. I'm still writing the spider man story, but I've been writting this story for a long time, I currently (at time of posting) have 20+ chapters written. Fun!