Stuck Stuck (RECONSTRUCTING)

One- Juniper

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"Later today it was known that 18 year old, Jerffey Hanson has in fact, been reported missing. No one knows Jeffrey's last where-abouts and everyone is praying he'll be returned home safley. In other news-"

I mute the TV and sit down, could he have been one of Dad's victims? No, I'd remember those eyes from the picture on the news. They were big deep, blue pools, nothing recent around here.

"Juniper!" I heard Dad call from his room. He wasn't my dad, in my head, his name was Dad. He told me a long time ago he adopted me from people he knew, said they were bad. I still don't understand how they could be any worse than him.

"Yes, coming." I said and flicked the TV off all together. I walked around the sofa and down the hall to his room. Inside he was stuffing a bag filled with his flannel shirts and torn jeans. Not again.

"Why you just standin' there, lookin' at me like that?" He bellowed. "Grab a handful and help me pack!" 

I obeyed and went to grab more of his clothes. We had been living in this hotel for three weeks, and I guess our time is up. See, what makes Dad different and what keeps his name clean is the simple fact that, he doesn't exist. Neither does my uncle. It seems impossible but it's true. 

Actually I'm almost positive he doesn't even have a birth certificate, from what I've heard from Gary and him they're parents were a little crazy. Gary was raised by my grandparents with Dad in the middle of nowhere, completely isolated. 

But that's not why they're invisible, no, it's because not only do they not have a name to pin them somewhere, they don't live lives. Most serial killers get caught because they continue their daily life and kill close by, Dad lives just for the kill. We have an RV trailer which is our home most of the time, we park it in woods and walk to hotels to stay until they've made a kill. 

I'm disturbed by myself how fequently I think and talk about this like it's nothing, just simple facts I'm stating. To be honest, it's just life for me, what my normal is.

I didn't recall them coming home last night so it must have been done then, which meant poor, Jerffrey really could have been just another...

"Hurry up, damn it!" He snaps.

The thing with Dad was, I wasn't a scared girl who was fragile and coward in the corner at his hand. No, I did as I was told and kept quiet, but my eyes don't lie. The hate I have for my situation burns into them, like a permanent glare at the world.

I give him a look and he raises his hand up as though to strike me, but he's too far away to even make me fear he would. It's just a threat. I turn back to the stand the hotel has by the bed and grab more of the things he kept in there. The wood on it is rotten and creaks as I pull it out, hurting my ears. I ignore it, I've heard worse things in my life.

"This place is a hell hole." He mumbles to himself suddenly. I nod to myself, agreeing. We haven't stayed at much nicer places, it's hard to get rooms. We usually scope out the crappiest ones and pay cash for them to just give us a key and look the other way. 

"Where's Gary?" I hear myself ask. I hear the noise behind me stop, indicating he paused for a second. I turn around to face him, figuring it's what he wants.

"He's supposed to be filling up the gas for the trailer."

"Oh." I grab the last from the drawer and put it in his bag, leaving the dresser open and not caring to close it. That was probably the most innocent thing we've done to this place. The bedding was already stripped from the bed and in a black trash bag by the door, I'm sure everything in the bathroom is taken too. I'd be more surprised if they weren't.

"Rob?" I hear Gary call from the entrance into our room. Dad didn't reply, just zipped his bag up and pulled it off the bed.

"Juniper, grab the covers." He says, leaving the room. I picked up the bag and it made an annoying sound. I pulled it out and saw the two were already standing at the door with it open.

"Gary, what did I tell you before you left?!" Dad yelled. I had obviously missed half of this conversation.

"To fill up the Jerry-Can and bring it to the trailer..." He said meekly, cowering sligtly. He had his head down and was wringing his hands, a usual sight.

"Then why the hell is the can still here, empty, and the trailer full?!" He rose his voice every word, and everytime Gary winced.

"I-I'm sorry! I-I-I didn't think. I won't do it again!" Gary was crouching so low he could almost touch the floor, Dad had him intro sumbmission. After screaming a few swears and hitting Gary multiple times he ordered me to go outside with our very few things and start the RV. 

As I stepped outside and closed the door I heard Gary yell out from behind it, obviously he was being punished to a greater extent. I kept walking past the faded pavement parking lot and into the trees to the side. I could see the RV and I hurried to unlock it with my set of keys I hang around my neck on a chain.

Getting in and setting the bedding down in a booth across a planted in table I get in the driver seat and turn the key into the ignition. I lay back on the seat and shut my eyes with a sigh. This was my happy blace, what I imagine when Dad and Gary are at work in here with someone. I sometimes play a story while sitting here alone, embarrassing since I'm almost 18, but it's true.

I'm a girl who was kidnapped by killers and spared in my fairytale. But, to my surprise a prince has caught my eye and followed me all the way here to see my situation. Appalled and horrified he gives me directions to his estate and tells me he'll take care of Gary and Dad when I arrive. So right now I'm getting ready to leave to find him, them none the wiser.

But that's just dream talk, there's no prince waiting for me to come to him so he can lock my family up and love me for eternity. That's a movie you'd see on the Family Channel or read in a cheesy romance book.

"Get in the back." I hear suddenly. I jump and open my eyes, startled my thoughts were cut short. With a huff I slide past him and sit myself in the booth across the table and other seat with the bag of covers. I reach up to the cabinets above me and pull out an MP3 player Dad had gotten me from a victim.

I always feel dirty sliding the ear-buds in, but the songs on here always make me feel better, so fair trade. I ignore the knots in my stomach from anxiousness of where we're headed and lay down on the seat, my feet tucked behind me. I count out the beats of this song in my head, and soon enough I'm sleeping to it.