Five Nights Of Hell

Chapter Six-Family

As I woke up I noticed I was it the office. nobody was here with me and both doors were shut. Goldie teleported in as I sat up, wincing at the pain in my Chest. It's dulled, but still not gone ...

"How are you felling? " He asks , looking at me , and then my chest
"I would be better if I hadn't been tortured " I mumble , still angry at them.
"Look, how many times do we have to say we're sorry....?" He asks
"I know, it just....won't stop hurting.."
I say, starting to tear up, I know they can't help it, but a fight would have been nice.
Then again , why fight for me, why not anyone else
"I tried....but I failed until it was to late" Goldie says , opening the doors
"What do you mean?" I ask him, now I feel bad , I forgot he could hear my thoughts...
"I was trying to hold him back, but he was too strong, I only took over when he let me, when he gave up. when he stopped trying."
"Oh , sorry I didn't know..."
"It's ok, I know " he says sadly

I try to stand up , and walk to the door but I instantly fall to the ground , crying out as I do
I forgot I shattered my ankle
Springo came running down the hallway to see what had happened, and saw Goldie next to me as I lay crying on the floor.
"What did you do!?" Springo shouts , looking at Goldie
"Nothing, she tried to stand up and I couldn't stop her in time!" He replies
As I cry on the floor the two argue about how Goldie should of been keeping a better eye on me , and how Springo would or wouldn't do a better job, but I didn't care what they said , I just cried. I cried for my foot. for Ben .for my job. For my dad.

When I was about 6, I used to be very close to my dad, his name was Robert, but his friends called him Rob. Rob was married to my mum, Rosy, who was a stunning woman.
One night , after I had gone to bed, and all the lights were out, I was awoken by the sound of screaming. Followed by loud shouts and gunfire .
My dad came running into my room and picked me up out of bed. He put me in the wardrobe and told me to be very still and very quiet , he then made my bed, and left my room.
About 3 minutes later I herd a large crash and my dad shouting at another man, telling him to stay away from my mum, who I think was with him, because it sounded like they had come through there window. But he didn't mention me.
After a long time of shouting I herd a man , that wasn't my dad say to kill the woman, and put the man at gunpoint while they search the house
There was a loud bang.
They came in my room and asked my dad who stayed here, he said it was a spare room for his niece , but she wasn't here today , they left my room and didn't come back.
After another few minutes of hell I herd them say, that's it, done. the another gun shot. after that night I ran away, I ran to a house far far away, and asked if I could come in, the man said no and slammed the door in my face, so I stayed on the streets over night.
The next morning I woke up with a small border collie next to me , I named him Ben and we became best friends. a nice lady took me in until I was old enough to get a job, when I ran away again, but I left her a note saying why, I didn't want to lose another loved one, so I detached myself , and went off to live with Ben.

I hate to be reminded of my parents.
Of that night.
Of what those men did to them.
To me.