And Then There Was Nothing. {discontinued}

11% (dark nights)

GUYS IM SO SORRY I DIDNT UPDATE SCHOOL GOT OUT AND MY WIFI HAS BEEN WEIRD AND I FORGOT THE PASSWORD SORRY SORRY SORRY no but guys I am actually so sorry idk what it's been lately I've just been super unmotivated and I'm really sorry but if you're still here ily okay
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Four years and a little less than four months ago;

I opened my eyes, not really ready to face what was coming for me.

I could hear my mom crying upstairs. But even worse; the front door closed, signaling that my father was now inside the house. His footsteps stomped throughout, echoing. I clutched onto my book tightly.

Please don't be mad, please don't be mad...

My father stalked into the living room just as the clock let out one final chime, and stumbled his way over to me. He smiled and breathed through his teeth; I could smell his alcohol filled breath. But yet I still didn't care.

Leaning over me, he said, "Hello, bitchface. Where's your mommy?"

I stared straight at him.

"I don't know." I lied.

He frowns at me, then smacks me hard across the face. My head is sent flying sideways, my cheek stinging from the blow.

"I bet you do, princess." He seethed.

I grit my teeth. Usually I wouldn't stand against him so much, but today I wasn't putting up with it.

I was sick of this.

"I said, I. Don't. Know." I hissed.

He presses his lips together, leaning closer to my face. I could smell his putrid breath, and I almost gagged at the odor of alcohol and smoke.

His mouth opened, exposing his disgusting yellow teeth.

"Wanna say that again, princess?" He asked, but for me, it came out as a dare.

I breathed hard through my mouth (no way I was going to breathe through my nose. I was not going to smell his breath.).

"I. Don't. Know! So why don't you just stop asking me and look yourself, you big fucking baby!" I screamed at him. But then, cold ran through my veins, and my eyes widened.

I just yelled at him. Oh God, no, I was not going to be like him. Not even if I got out of this alive.

My father raises his eyebrows, surprised, but then a grin breaks out across his face. He knew what I was thinking.

He even laughs. And then he leans in, close to my ear.

"Honey, you're going to be just like me when you grow up." He whispers, then backs away. I felt my face get cold. But then hot. Very, very hot.

"I will NOT be ANYTHING like you, you sick, sadistic bastard! How DARE you say that! I'm nothing like you now, and I'll never be! Never, not ever!" I screamed so loud, I wanted to cover my own ears to block the noise.

He stands up, and grabs my arm so hard, ripping me up to my feet. When he lets go of my  arm, it burns, and I know it'll bruise later.