My back is press against my wall my last hope sitting above me, the window might as well be made of steel since I cannot escape through it. The dark room makes me feel like a lost child needing someone to come and comfort them.
The quiet house brings little comfort to me but when the front door slams shut my heart leaps to my throat.
Who can that be?
Getting to my feet quickly I search my room for anything that can be used as a weapon anything that can protect me.
I would live in a house full of fighters and be left alone for a less than an hour and a killer would break in.
My eyes frantically scan the room, a chair? Would I even be able to lift it high enough to hurt them? I doubt it. My eyes fall on my bag on the floor. Anyone that grabs it asks me if I have bricks in there.
Running to my bag I grab it and throw my body against the wall next to my door. My breath is erratic thinking about the person roaming through the house.
Uncle Ken, Uncle Andrew where are you? I mentally beg for one of them to enter the house at any moment. I know for sure that it is not then since they did not yell for me.
If my mother or father were here they wouldn't allow me to be consumed by panic. They would be here to protect me.
I'm such a wimp. I need mommy and daddy to protect me. I can't even keep myself safe. I need...my mind stops reeling about how pathetic I am as one word sinks in.
Daddy!
Holy mother of crap! "Dad," I whimper. He is in his room alone and defenseless. What if the person is after him? My hand wraps around my door handle and I twist with all my might but it would not budge.
"Fucking Chase!" I mutter under my breath, I need to protect my father. Moving back a bit I run at my door and my body collides with door sending my body stumbling back.
An animalistic groan rumbles through my throat as anger courses through me. I need to get out!
Taking a couple steps back I run at the door but this time my feet land with more force and my mind does not hesitate as I near the door. Lifting my leg up my foot connects with the door with a solid thump. The vibration stuns me for a moment. The door does not open but it pushed back a bit.
I can do this! I can do this!
Pushing myself away from the door I do it again and this time I push my body with all my force. Turning my side collides with the door and the cracking invades the quiet house. My body lands hard on top of the door pushing the air in my lungs out.
Flipping my body around I see the gaping hole in the wall where my door once was. The pain of my fall radiates through my entire body but I do not let stop me. Getting to my feet I rush down the dark hallway. So many years of running down this hall I do not need the lights to know where I am going.
The slamming and footsteps on the level underneath me pushes me to run faster. Running to my parent's room I haul myself inside closing the door as gently as I can.
Turning I see my father laying on his bed. The moonlight lights up his room enough that I can see the shadow that his eyelashes cast down his cheeks. My heart tightens. His face is set in a grimace and my eyes follow his outstretched arm. His wrists are handcuffed to the bed posts. His body is glistening in sweat and his muscles tense up as his jaw clenches down on his scream.
"Dad," the word leaves my lips like a prayer. The footsteps echo in the room and my body tenses up.
They know where we are. My hand slams against my side and when it comes in contact with my jeans I mentally groan.
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Chasing Melody {Book 2}✔
Vlkodlaci[COMPLETE] Melany and Hunter brought into the world a beautiful daughter, Melody Hunter. She was born under the Hunter's moon, October. She is half her mother and half her father. Her beauty could make the moon goddess envious. Melody is destine f...
