As i was walking home from hell ( tending to the royals all freaking day long!), I Stopped by the park where my grampa was barried, ( he was barried before the park was built). I grabbed my pencil, and my sketch book. I flipped though till i found a blank page and started drawing a butterfly, standing on a stone. As i went to touch the butterfly, It began to rain, and thunder. I ran home and burst though the door. '' I'm home!!" I heard a distance " WELCOME BACK! Two actually. I Ran up to my room and closed the door behind me. I just sat in my room thinking about that butterfly, it seemed..... different in a way. As i was looking out my dark ( Lit by the bedroom light) Window, the same butterfly landed on my window sill. "Well... hello again butterfly. Nice to have company at this time of night." Just then My drunk step father Burst though the door, " Come here Riley! your papa needs some Loving!" I jumped as he came closer to me, "for one, your not my real dad! my real dad got mudered by you! and second! Go do that with mom!" He ignored me and pulled at my shirt, " I want a fresh young body! your body!" I shivered as he came closer, " Stop it owen! I'm not your toy!" As he was about to touch me, a guy apeared right infront of me. " Owen! Stop! Get a hold on your self! Owen ignored the guy and pulled me to him, " Shut up kid and go die!" The guy then grabbed hold of Ownes Wrists and Owen Jumped back, " Freak!". Owen ran down the stairs and not his bedroom ( moms betroom). I stood there, scared out of my mind. " you ok love? did he hurt you?" i jumped at the voice, " N-no". The guy sighed in relefe, " thats good." I walked up to the guy " who are you?" He smiled, " luke." I smiled, " I'm Riley." He patted my head, " as i heard." I watched as he shrunk and turned into..... the butterfly i had drawn, " You- your." The butterfly flew off into the night.
