Sister, darling

Alex

Monday's are the worst. I rolled out of bed and stumbled into the shower. Turning the mouldy tap on, I let the cold water run over my body, waking me up before turning into a warm cocoon, which was going to temporarily shield me from the fuckboys in the school grounds.

Stepping out of the sanctuary that was my bathroom, I dawdled downstairs, balancing my towel turban on top of my head. Suddenly my phone buzzed. I fished it out of my shallow pocket, it read,

"Hurry up I've already missed one bus waiting for you!"-Ashley

Shit. I ran through the hall to grab my back pack but was stopped by an invisible barrier of shock.

Sitting at the dining table in front of me, were my family. Their arms were tied up with stained ropes which I could only pray wasn't blood, and a piece of duct tape was secured neatly over their mouths. My mothers and little brothers eyes were stained with tears, and they didn't have to use speech to plead me to leave. They sat wiggling, screaming and trying to fight a battle against the ropes.

I quickly realised my fathers head was hanging limp, his throat slit and I realised the blood stains on the ropes was his. Behind them stood a man, gazing into the fridge and his face being lit up by the cold blue light inside. He had big bushy eyebrows and had patches of long and short stubble, splattered around his face. He turned around to face me and his eyes lit up and a smile spread across his face.
"Jess!" He exclaimed. He began running towards me, and without a moment to react I was on the ground, pressed underneath his weight. I was awake just long enough to feel his hot breath on my face and his raspy voice whisper,
"It's been too long".