Lies and Betrayal

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My name is Emily, and I'm thirteen years old. My mother is dead, but I wish it were my father who died. I live alone in a house that has bloodstained walls. Everyday another one comes to my house. They betrayed my father, so I must kill them. I hate my father for making me do this, but I do it for my mother. Sadly, mother died when one of the people she was going to murder, attacked her in her time of weakness. Then, I stepped in. I killed every man, woman, child, or animal that walked through my door.

Sometimes I ask myself, "Why cant I stop?" The rush of seeing that bright red beauty makes my heart race. I love killing. But it has got out of hand, because I often find myself plotting my death. Sounds crazy, but my life is insane. Should I do as my mother did? Get murdered by some person? Will father hate me? Would mother hate me?

"Delivery!" Said a cracked voice, as the front door swung open. A man with jet black hair, and light green eyes was thrown into my living room. His mouth was taped, and his wrists, and legs were tied. The man was screaming, but it sounded faint. Behind him stood two people. 

"Father, what did he do?" I asked admiring the tied up man. It's ashamed someone this pretty has to die. One of the men standing by the door way, was Ernie Jayne. Ernie was the 'Delivery' guy. A group of people went out to catch the traders, and Ernie brought them to me. The other man was my father, James Blix. 

Looking at Ernie, then the tied up man, my father spoke.

"His name is Raymond McGee. He owes me ten grand. Be quick." My father grunted. His brown eyes barely looked at me. His bald head was covered by a hat. "This is what you get, McGee." My father said turning his back on the man. He signaled Ernie to start his car. "Emily." My father said.

"Yes, father?" I answered.

"I'll be back in an hour to bring you some left overs." My father said, cracking a smiled, and looking at the tied up man. Once those words slipped from my fathers lips, the man began to cry. Before closing the door and leaving, my father let out a faint laugh. 

 I laid on my stomach in front of Raymond. His eyes met mine, still full of tears. "Hello Raymond." I said, all he did was blink twice. I ripped the duct tape off his mouth, and he yelped in pain.

"Don't kill me..." Raymond mumbled to himself. "I'm sorry sir, you borrowed money from my father and didn't pay him back." I said, and tears clouded his eyes. I got to my feet and went to fetch my blade from the kitchen, which was near the living room. By the time I came back, Raymond hung his head.

"Kill me if you must, but if my son is brought here, don't kill him." Raymond pleaded. I shrugged, and pulled the knife to his neck. "I kill anything that walks through that door." I said looking towards my door that had marks carved into the wood. Multiple people scratched at the door, screaming for help, leaving marks. Even I sharpened my nails on that door the first day I got to this house. I shook my head, and looked back at Raymond. In one swift movement, I slit his throat, and watched him bleed out.

Raymond stopped breathing, finally. He really fought for air. He couldn't last very long, It was fun while it lasted. I picked up Raymond's lifeless body, and dragged him to the hall. The second door on the right of the hall, was the basement. I opened the door and chucked Raymond's body down the stairs. His body fell into thirty other dead bodies.

I returned to the living room, and the pool of blood was still bright red. I admired the rich red color for about forty-five minutes.

"Knock knock!" Said that same cracked voice. The door swung open, and a boy was thrown into my house.  He was tied up, and his mouth was taped, just like the other victims. Something was off though.

"What did he do father?" I asked. Looking at the door way, Ernie was walking away, while my father stood still. Ernie already went back to the car, he didn't wait for father's signal. My father turned his back to me, and walked outside the house. Before slamming the door behind me, he said three words. "Just kill him."

Confused, I looked at the boy. I did as I always do, I laid on my stomach and stared at the boy. I blinked, he looked familiar. The boy had jet black hair, and light green eyes. His facial feature looked just like Raymond McGee. I peeled off the tape that was covering his mouth.

"What's your name?" I asked. He struggled to get up, but it was no use. Finally, after watching him squirm for five minutes, he stopped. 

"Nathan..." His soft voice said, I continued to stare at him until he said, "Nathan...McGee." My eyes widened at his words.

Nathan looked around my house in horror, then looked at my bloody clothes. "Why?" He said looking at the bloody knife in my hand. It seemed that a light bulb shined in his brain. "Please don't tell me you're going to kill me." Nathan said, his eyes wide open. He began to panic because I didn't answer him. He was so cute. It's weird, I didn't feel this way when I looked at his father. Even though they looked the same, he seemed different. Why did father want him dead? Father didn't give me any information.

"That man said I was going to die, but I thought he was bluffing!" He said. Every word he spoke became faster, you could tell he was nervous. Who wouldn't be? He was about to be killed. "Why am I being killed for something so stupid?" Nathan continued. My interest kicked in, "What did he tell you?"

"He said I was being killed because I was given to him. That doesn't make any sense! When dad borrowed money from him, our life was made horrible. I have to get out of here and find my dad. He's the only thing I have since mother passed. I don't know what I'd do without him." Nathan replied, as his eyes got clouded with tears. His last sentence did something to me. I felt a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, I've never experienced this before. I think it's called guilt.

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