Secrets

Chapter 1

It’s my old house.

“Come here you little shit!” I was hiding in the wardrobe, but I could still hear him yelling and crushing everything on the floor in his way. I heard footsteps getting closer and closer to the wardrobe, how much I wish Narnia is real. I covered my mouth with my hand; tried not to make a single sound.

The footsteps suddenly disappeared and I knew he’s right behind the wardrobe door. My body was shaking so bad that I wondered if the wardrobe is shaking with me as well. He opened the door violently; his huge body blocked the light. He slowly picked up the thick cloaks and fur clothing that were hanging in the wardrobe and threw them on the ground one by one.

“Hello, hello little boy…” he said with his creepy voice, “you can’t hide from me, little Louis…you are gonna need to face me…”

I opened a small gap of the wardrobe door to see his bloody back. He was looking in the wrong wardrobe. He was not watching and this is my one and only chance, I need to go. But I was so small and weak; my arm and my face were bleeding; my foot was hurting. I had probably 20% of faith in running away; considering that he is also hurt and slightly drunk; I may have 30%. Well, 30% is enough. I think to myself.

So I barged out of the wardrobe and ran as fast as I could. I could hear him scream as he found out he has been looking in the wrong one. I rushed downstairs to find my mother and my four little sisters. I knew I should just go and never turn back again; but my mommy and sisters are my everything, they’re the only reasons why I was still staying strong. I needed to protect them.

“Mommy! Lottie! Fizzy! Twins! Come on we got to g-” I stopped and fell on my knees when I saw them.

Mom was lying on the white leather couch, with a knife stabbed on her throat. The color of my favorite couch has turned red; some of her blood was still dripping along the couch. Lottie was lying next to mom’s body, peacefully. But if you look closer you can find a long, deep cut on her face, extending from her forehead to her chin, passing through her beautiful eye. She had a knife stabbed in her heart. Fizzy was crouching on the glass table with her face down. The table was cracked and nearly broke. Those cracks were filled with Fizzy’s blood. Her left hand was put next to her left ear and three of her fingers are cut out. Fizzy was left-handed, how dare he ruins her precious hand! The twins were leaning against the refrigerator, holding hands. They have never been separated since they’re born, not even until they’re dead. Their hair had turned red and there’re big wounds on their foreheads. There’re also wounds on where their hearts were.

My fists held tighter and tighter, until my nails went into my flesh and my skin starts bleeding.

“AH!” I lift my head and yelled at the ceiling, “Austin! I’m gonna kill you!” I pulled out the knifes from my mom’s and Lottie’s body and ran back up stairs.

“Oh there you are!” he said when he sees me, and then his face quickly dropped. I bet my face is really horrible and deadly-looking.

“Yeah! Here I am!” I said, “And you were right… I am gonna need to face you…” I check my knife out and without warning; I threw it at him and it went straight into his left forearm. Because of my abusive dad, I took throwing knifes lessons and boxing lessons to defend myself and the ladies. And I am always the best student.

He moaned because of the pain and he ran away. He headed back to the room where the wardrobes were. I chased after him and before he could lock the door, I kicked it open. I had no idea where do my strengths came from; maybe they’re from the anger and the sorrow of losing the most important people to me.

Austin fell on the wooden floor and was moving back, away from me. I looked into his terrified eyes and waved my knife towards his ugly face. He covered his face with his left arm to prevent major face injury. I took my chance to pull out the previous knife. When he pulled back due to the pain, I waved my knife again and mark him with a long cut just the way he did to my precious Lottie. “This is for Lottie!” I said.