No Call for Help

Chapter 1: My new home.

~ Jinx's POV~
I pull my bag out of the car. The house standing in front of me is a giant mansion.
" Wow. I'm rich. Ya!" I say sarcastically in my head.

The man known at my "Father" steps out of the car.

" This is your new home. I know you don't want to live here, just try to be nice. OK?" the man says.

I'm surprised this man is my father and he never helped when I was growing up. But I see why he can't. He has a smile carved in his skin. Not to mention he never blinks. But I am his daughter. I have the same eyes and hair as him.
" Can we go in?" I ask.

" Ya. Come on. Just to warn you, don't say your human. Or...just be quite and do what I tell you OK." He says sharply.

I nod and he leads me in. There is stuff scattered all over the yard. Dolls, balloons, knives, candy wraps, etc. I guest there are other people living here. That was never in the long list of the crap that I need to know about this place. When we get to the front door, a little girl opens it. She has emeralds green eyes, brown hair, a dirty ripped pink dress on, the weird part is her face. She looks to be eternity bleeding.

" HEY JEFF!!! YOUR BACK!!! IS THIS JINX!!! HI, I'M SALLY!!" cheers the little girl.

" Yes this is her. Can you please go get Slender? Please." Says Jeff.

Just like that the " Slender " walks into view. He is a very tall, with slender limbs, he also has no face. Just white, like paper.

" Ah,Jeff. You are back. Thus must be Jinx. I'm Slender man." The man says. He holds out a white hand.

I take it. Its cold. Freezing almost. I walk in when he moves. The house looks pretty modern. I thought it would be all dark and old. Its not bad. My father shows me to my room. There is a dresser, a bed with black sheets, and a desk.

"Stay in here please. I'll call you for dinner." Dad says as he closes the door.

"OK. See ya later." I say.

When he goes away, I open my bag and pull out my clothes and put them away. At the desk their is paper and pens, and a letter. So I read it.

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Dear daddy,                                  3/10/8
How are you? I'm very good. I wish you where here. Mommy is always asleep, she also smells like smoke and beer. She scarred me sometimes. But I'm getting us to it. School is good. The kids are nice. Sometimes. On Monday, Wendy G. called me a baby because I almost cried when Jake stepped on my finger. But she said it for fun. I think. My grades are good. There are all A's. Well, 1 b. But that's in science.
Please write back soon. I love you very much.

Love forever and ever
Jinx

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I put the letter down. This was the letter I sent him before Christmas. He never replayed. That's when I thought I thought he never cared about me. There are a lot of letter. And there all mine. All of the pictures I drew as a kid where hung up.

"Maybe he really does care..." I say in my head

I was interrupted by my father. Time really does fly. He must of saw the letter in my hand because he stopped in his tracks

" Jinx, I'm sorry I never replayed. I really am. I just couldn't. " He says.

"Really? But you have time to pick me up for a summer!!! You have time to stay were and be lazy!;!" I yell

"I was protecting you. I did get these letters and all of the drawings. I...just didn't know who to reply. 16 years. I'm very sorry." He says quietly.

"But now you take care of me!!!! 16 years!!! You left me with that witch!!!!" I yell.

He looks down. I can tell he feels sorry. I feel sorry for yelling. He is my father, so I'm a little nervous.

"I'm sorry for yelling. I just...the memories." I say softly.

"Come on. Dinners ready." He says and he leads me out.

"Oh no, dinner. Thus will be fun." I say I'm my head.