Don't Trust Him

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     I shot up from my bed with my chest heaving rapidly. Looking down at my arm, I saw that all of my wounds has disappeared.

     Was he real?

     I looked at my clock and read that it was 9:30 a.m., I gasped and got ready for the day. Running downstairs, I saw my step-dad sitting on the couch with beer bottles everywhere. He was mumbling in his sleep and stirred around. I quickly gathered all of his bottles and threw them in the trash bin.

     One of the bottles fell on the ground and it shattered to pieces. I flinched from the sudden loud noise and it woke my stepfather up.

     Great.

     "Lucy!" He shouted out loud.

     "I'm in the kitchen." I said throwing the bottles in the bins before cleaning the mess up.

     He got up from the couch and looked at me with a very pissed off face. "Who said you can touch my bottles, huh?"

     "I - I'm sorry, I thought you needed it to be cleaned up in the morning." I said picking the last piece of the glass.

     He kicked my hand so the glass spread throughout the floor. "Look what you did. Just for that, I'm going to punish you."

     He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back. My head was pulled back so that there was a cramp in my neck. I let out a gasp when he got one of the glass shards and cut my cheek. He let's go of my hair and pushed me to the ground face down first. "Don't touch my beer bottles again, you hear me?"

     "Y - Yes, sir." I said respectively knowing that I would be dead if I didn't answer. He walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer before giving me a murderous look.

     "Now, go clean all of the rooms from upstairs. It's pretty dirty up there." He belch.

     "Yes, sir." I nodded. I got up and ran upstairs, happy that I'm away from him. Taking out a broom and a duster, I went in the guest room and started wiping the dust off the cabinets.

     Every room has a hard floor so I used the broom to sweep the dust out. I made sure there wasn't any dust left once my stepfather checks or I'll get beaten again. Sighing, I sweep the mess on the dust pan and dumped it in the trashcan in the bathroom.

     "Hey."

     That voice. I looked around but there wasn't anyone in here. Shrugging it off, I continued cleaning the dresser.

     "Hello. . ."

     I snapped around and came face to face with him. The room got dim as I looked him in his eye. He smiled at me as his sharp teeth took a peek out of his mouth.

     "H - Hi." I stuttered at him. He was tall but not that tall. He's probably a couple inch taller than me.

     "I see you got food for me."

     I saw him lick his lips as I was questioning what he's talking about. That's when I followed where his gaze is and remembered about my cheek. I gasped and touched my cheek with my finger to see drops of blood on it. "My d - dad did this to me."

     "Don't worry, child. Soon I'll help you end your pain. I promise."

     "What do you mean by that?" I asked him.

     He came up to me and touched my wounded cheek. Blood was on his finger and he started to lick the blood off. He moaned in the taste and gave me a frightening grin.

     "Soon, I'll tell you."

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Stephen James

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