Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 4

Chapter 4~

Laying on the floor before us, was a picture.

A picture of me and my siblings outside at the park behind our house. The only problem with it, was the fact my sister Polly's face had been scratched out.

I flipped the picture over, short of breathe. On the other side, it said, "Polly: demolished."

I fell to the floor sobbing. He had killed her. "Why are you doing this to me?" I screamed at the door.

It only took a second before the door opened. Malcolm stood at the opening with an innocent look on his face.

"What did I do princess?" he cooed at me. I gagged.

"You know very well what you did! You murdered Polly!" I screeched. His expression remained the same - smug.

"Polly? I have no idea what you're talking about."

Now I could feel the rage boiling over. True hatred screamed through my thoughts. The urge to attack him was trying to overpower my strength.

"You know, the girl you killed?" I said trying to hide my frustration. He shook his head. "I still have no clue what you're talking about. Maybe you've finally lost it."

Riley squeezed my hand to stop me from arguing further. She was right, I decided. It would be no good to argue with a suspect of murder.

I gave my head a shake. "Sorry, I guess I'm just tired." I said through gritted teeth.

He turned back to the door, then turned back. "I'm going shopping tomorrow. There's paper in the cabinet. Make me a list of anything you want."

Then he was gone.

It took me a few moments before I had fully processed what he had said. "This guys insane!" I exclaimed.

Riley nodded hesitantly. Her face was expressionless. She seemed to be staring past everything, into a different world.

"What does he want from us?" she asked finally. I shrugged.

Deep inside I knew. He wanted to kill us. But he wanted to have some fun getting our hopes up first.

After a few hours, I realized I still had the lady's blood on my hands.

I rose so I could go to the washroom and clean them.

"Where are you going?" Riley asked, annoyed.

"I need to wash the blood off." I said gesturing towards the washroom door.

She gave me a glare to match her frown. "There's a... a body in there."

I gave a slow nod. "I realize that, but I need to get this off!"

The scowl grew. "So, you'd rather go into the washroom that contains... I don't know... a dead body, than just sit with it for a while longer?"

I shook my head. This girl was just making things complicated. "I just won't look over there!"

Then I turned to go into the washroom. I was furious so I barged right in and went straight to the sink, being extra sure not to look at the body.

I was a mess. My hair was tangled and covered with dirt. My face was smeared with blood to go with my arms. There were streaks of clean down my face from where the tears were.

I let out a shaky sigh. There was no way that I was the same person, but, bubbling deep in my heart, was the dedication to escaping this terrible place.

When I was finished washing, the sink was covered in blood. I rinsed it, then left.

Riley was staring towards me with a disgusted glare. I knew she would be angry, but not this bad.

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I had dozed off sometime after I was finished in the washroom. I found when I awoke, that Riley still hadn't fully forgiven me.

"Morning." I said when I saw her. She didn't answer, let alone acknowledge that I was there.

She was staring at the door with more fear in her eyes than I knew possible.

"Are you okay?" I asked, giving her a shake. She turned her head slowly towards me, then blinked.

"I'll live. Unlike her." Riley said as her eyes drifted to the bathroom door.

"We need to find a way out."

"Over there." she said nodding to the basement door. "It's the only way out."

I nodded. Already I could feel ideas forming in my mind.