Crimson Tainted Sins

-chapter 6-

"Will you at least let me take you home?" Spencer reasoned through my kicks and screams.

I tore his stupid black shirt between my shaking hands, trying absolutely anything to get the heck off him. "Let go of me!" I yelp.

Someone shushed me from in front of me but my head was getting so light I couldn't lift it. I wondered if that truly was their intention for me to pass out.

Though, before I could, air breezed at my outfit I don't remember dressing in, and I was quickly swung back down, my legs shook and I nearly fell as hands that stabilized my shoulders, I jerked away but I couldn't help the thought that passed.

The touch felt too right, too comforting.

"Don't pass out again, sweetheart." He advised, gesturing behind me. I quickly glanced at my surroundings and realized my house is right across the street.

I didn't know what I expected, I knew they lived here, I guess some part of me thought they'd bring me to some remote location where I'd never be found.

I took a deep breath and my body readied itself for fight or flight, I chose flight obviously. I was going to scream but decided it was too dramatic. "We'll see you later!" I heard Spencer yell before the door slammed.

I didn't want to think about what the sentence meant, I only focused on the burning in my legs as I ran through the darkness in the street, I didn't have shoes, only socks.

The location of my favorite boots and outfit was unknown, but nonetheless, I sprinted to the side of the house, keeping my steps light, my body was quivering with unrestrained fear.

I knew I didn't want to get caught by my parents, they would kill me for sneaking out. I saw my bedroom light on, I shut my lights off before I left, I knew that.

Another thing I noticed once I got to the trusty tree that nearly broke and killed me, was the ladder that was conveniently planted and secured along my open window, my curtains blowing from the crisp night air.

I didn't even want to think about how my parents would react to the ladder that someone definitely put there, because honestly, I don't know what I'd say to them, frankly I would be as clueless as they would be.

I whimpered under my breath as I gripped the ladder, shaking it to make sure I wouldn't die on the way up, I have a clue as to who placed this here but I couldn't be sure if they would've designed it to kill me.

If they did set it up that way, they failed.

I got to about the middle of the ladder before I heard a twig snap under me, I felt eyes on me, and guessing who they were I was quick to make it to my window.

Honestly, I just wanted to sleep this off, I knew I could die but at least a hot man killed me, that's my motto. I cursed myself for even calling them hot, I knew I could be pretty messed up in the head but not that much.

I slammed my window shut and immediately saw changes in my room, I remember that I left my window locked, there were no signs of forced entry.

"Lord God, I-I pray for your protection as I begin this day. You are m-my hiding place,"

My bed was neatly made, my pillows fluffed up and placed decoratively.

"a-and under Your wings I can always find refuge. Protect me f-from trouble wherever I go, and k-keep evil far from me." I muttered a prayer quietly under my breath, breathing heavily.

My skateboard was placed right where I left it, leaning against the wall.

A single tear fell from my eye and dropped from my cheek as I saw the cross that was hanging above my bed, flipped upside down.

I stomped over to my bed and basically ripped the thing off the wall, and threw it to the ground, I didn't know what they wanted.

And I don't know if I'm willing to find out.

The one thing that made my head spin, smeared on the door of my closet that was open when I left what a pentagram with some sort of thing in the middle it was drawn sloppily so I couldn't decipher what it was.

But the message was clear since it was drawn in what looked like dark red blood. My own blood ran cold as I heard tapping outside my window.

Oh, my lord.

I couldn't wait to find out what the noise was because I was already twisting the lock on my door and ripping it open, looking hysterical as I started running where I still heard the yelling.

"Dad! Mama!" I cried as my feet moved quickly down the staircase, not even watching my footing.

I gripped the railing and panted as I watched the scene before me, my dad held a knife to my mother's throat and drugs were all over the once clean and simplistic coffee table.

The look in my father's eyes before they noticed me, was pure rage, it seemed like all he could see was red and my mother just laughed.

Everything paused, they turned their attention toward me and my dad practically jumped off my mother.

"Honey, it's not what it-"

I sobbed. "T-there was a ladder and— b-blood on my door." I bursted out. "Someone i-is inside my r-room!" I ranted.

My mother stumbled as she got up, probably intoxicated but nevertheless, she ran the path back up where I once crossed, trying to get to my room.

"What do you mean, someone's in your room?" My father repeated.

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My closet door creaked as my mother shut it, looking exhausted. "There's no one in your room, honey. We checked everything top to bottom."

My brows scrunched together as my eyes scattered across my room, my father already leaving behind me. My eyes zoned in on the door that had the symbol painted on it, nothing but a normal white door looked right back at me.

What the hell?

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ANOTHER DAY ANOTHER SLAY!! HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER xx (unedited)