please don't leave me behind. {Sally Face POV}

four

November 19th, 1992
It was now a little less than a month since Molly and Sal had spoken. It was snowing outside already and freezing cold. This time of year was most people's favorite. Because mostly everyone was stuffed during this week, except for Molly. She was starved during this week, without the school lunch to attend to. Her grandmother was "too old" to cook now, her dad didn't know how to cook and didn't want to, and Molly just didn't have anything to cook with. It was already Sunday evening and Molly hadn't eaten anything all day long. Her stomach constantly grumbling made her feel angry. She sat in the kitchen staring into the refrigerator. All that was in there was a bottle of ketchup and an onion. She then heard heavy footsteps, which she knew were her fathers. She closed the fridge and looked at him before he was about to walk up the door.

"Dad, I'm starving." She said to him.

"Make yourself food then," He said, without even looking in her direction.

"We don't have anything, can you go grocery shopping?" She asked him.

"Not right now. I will sometime this week." He said, still being very monotone with her.

"Well what the hell am I supposed to eat?" She said, now catching an attitude. Her father now was turning his head toward her in disbelief. She never spoke back to him, because she had learned her lesson many times for doing so in the past.

He stomped towards her and towered over her, quickly becoming very intimidating. "What did you say to me?"

As this exchange was happening between Molly and her father, Sal and Larry were taking advantage of their time off from school. They were walking around the building with Sal's gear boy, trying to see if they can find anymore ghosts or spirits roaming the halls. They already had vanished the red eyed demon about a month ago, but there was still an unsettling presence around the building that made them feel uneasy.

"Dude, let's go down to the first floor. I bet your ass Mrs. Gibson is a demon or some shit." Larry chuckled. Larry always got freaked out pretty quickly during their ghost hunting activities, so he always made up excuses for them to return to a safer floor as soon as possible.

Sal smirked and nodded his head at this comment, he knew that nothing was going to show up on the gear boy, but it would be funny to test out anyways. He also knew the real reason why Larry didn't want to remain on the floor they were on, but he didn't push him into staying. He agreed, and the two boys took the elevator all the way down to the first floor. They walked quickly down the hallway and started to giggle as Sal was pressing buttons in his gear boy, attempting to activate a spirit. As they did this, their good moods and laughs were taken from them once they heard a loud voice scream.

"FUCK YOU!" At the top of their lungs. The two boys flinched as they heard this coming from the other side of the door. They knew immediately something was wrong in that room. They both froze, unsure of what to do. Do we knock? Do we run inside? Do we call for help?

The loud remark was followed by heavy stomps and then a loud slap. The loud slap led to a heavy thump on the floor. Afterwards, all they can hear was the heavy footsteps walking away, and a person mumbling something they couldn't quite make out. The second person in the tussle sounded like they were wincing in pain.

Only seconds later, Molly ran out of the apartment and shut the door behind her quickly. She stared at the door for a few moments trying to catch her breath and get her heart rate back to normal. The reason why she ran out was because she saw her father walk back into his room after he hit her. This usually meant that he was going to grab an object to continue to beat her with.

After calming down for a moment, Molly finally turned around. Embarrassment immediately came over her body once she realized that she didn't check the hallways before stepping outside. Her, Sal, and Larry looked at each other in complete shock. None of them knew what to say. Sal and Larry were both focused completely on the bright red hand print on the right side of her face. She also had a cut on her lip that was now starting to bleed.