CONTENT

.ONE.

The room was quiet and dark, my cold 10 year old body was trebling with fear. My big grey eyes were filled with tears and were bloodshot red. My skin felt dry and my tummy grumbled from hunger. My mind was everywhere but the only thing it was focused on was ‘What must I have done to deserve such treatment?’

I heard his footsteps walking down the corridors towards this dark hellhole I have been stuck in for the past few weeks. His footsteps became louder and harder and then all went quiet. I could hear the door knob twisting then; all went silent. “Summeray.”, he whispered while opening the door. His old fat face appeared as he stepped in allowing a bit of light to creep into the room.

I refused to speak to him ever since he had brought me into this dark place but that had only caused him to become angrier. He was too old for the crimes he was committing and yet his age never got in his way of life. My mother hated his guts so did my father; but he just had to try to take him away from us. “Summer, darling.” He whispered again disturbing my thoughts on how I would kill him. “What do you want from me you fat cow?” I spat out, lifting my head to look at his disgusting fat face. I narrowed my eyes down at him and spat out the access spit that had been formed in my mouth this whole time.

“Now, now you ungrateful brat, be nice or I will hurt those you care about.” He grinned after ‘trying’ to threaten me. What he had not known was that soon he would seize to exist in this world. He walked closer to me, reaching out his hand to touch my face. “You old fool, what are you trying to do?” I questioned trying my outmost best to keep my calm. “Now Summeray, what did I tell you about that mouth of yours?” I refused to answer him because I knew that the words that would escape my mouth next would cause me to get another slap or maybe two, across my face.

I heard gunshots and screams coming from down the hallway. The cow looked away from me and turned his attention towards the door. He groaned out loud and I knew it was rather now or never. I took the large iron nail I have been hiding between my legs this whole time and slowly stood up from my sitting position. I looked at him for one last time and stabbed him with it deep in his throat from behind and yelled “Die bitch!”

His loud groans of pain filled the room and my dirty old sports shirt was covered with his blood. He fell down to the floor with a huge thud but I wanted to make sure he was dead for good so I took out a spare nail and stabbed him again but in the heart this time. I stepped away from my disgusting work of art and smiled at the sight. I walked up to him and whispered “Jackpot.” I then slowly walked away from him heading towards the door.

I was stopped in my tracks when my brother raced into the room with a frown on his face and an axe in his hands. “SILK!” he exclaimed from the top of his lungs pulling me into a bear hug. “Jake!” yelled back gripping onto him for my dear life. I inhaled his dark scent and knew that now I was officially safe. “Where is he?” he questioned referring to the man I had just killed a few minutes ago. “You mean him.” I said pointing towards the dead corpse on the floor. I was surprised that I was so claim after I had just killed a man for the first time in my life. Yes, my father would boast about my bravery till the day he dies but part of me felt proud that I had killed the annoying mosquito that had been annoying my family since the day I was born. “Well done Silky! You got rid of Uncle Scotty.” He stated clapping his hands applauding me for the crime I had just committed. I looked away from him and pushed his muscular 18 year old body away from me.

“Can we go home now Jake?” I asked annoyed to a point where words could not describe my mood.
He laughed at my reaction and he nodded his head as a response. We walked out of the room together but I stood behind him because I was the valuable one in all of this mess. I knew that this was not over just yet but what I knew was that may father was going to take care of the rest. We got out of the warehouse and I looked back at it before the whole place exploded into a ball of fire. I looked up at my brother and he had a grin plastered all over his face. I looked back at the burning warehouse and heaved out a deep breath. ‘At least this nightmare was over, for now.’