Emergence ~ Split

Chapter Two

Casey was slipping in and out of consciousness, her eyes held shut by sleepiness even though her violent thoughts kept startling her awake. She could see him, it was all that she could see, her father.

Holding her hand and carrying her further and further into the woods. It always feels uncomfortable for Casey to remember that love, seeing the sparkle of joy in his eyes as his daughter takes a shot at one of the deers prowling alone. Too soon, always too soon. Does her father fall asleep, cradling another can of beer to his chest.

The sun lights up through the trees, capturing a burst hue of yellow and green. But then there's that persistent friendly voice, Uncle John.

His standing in front of her, fully dressed with a gun held downwards in his hand. "Casey, Casey. Come on baby let's go for a walk." His whispering, keeping an eye on his brother, to make sure it's always in private.

Casey follows, her hand being held in an unfamiliar sweaty palm. Nothing like her fathers.

She is told to get undressed, and pretend to be animal.

But she always feels more like a monster.

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Casey wakes up startling, heaving in deep breaths as she tries to stand out of bed in a rush, being stopped by an unfamiliar weight over her thigh. Hesitantly she turns her head to see the man lying next to her daydreaming and watching the ceiling. She tries not to move too much, but her body involuntarily tenses, causing the man to notice.

He beams at her with a large nauseating smile. "You're awake." He states with a lisp. "I thought you were going to be asleep forever!" The man giggles back at her as he sits up dragging his leg off her, he kneels next to her and Casey rolls to her back before sitting up against the bricks, drawing her knees into her chest protectively, feeling more than relieved at their lack of contact.

"Wanna see a drawing?" He asked, his lips spit coated as he fumbles in his pockets before pulling out a sheet of crinkled paper. With shaking hands Casey takes the picture and unfolds it, looking at the hand sketched stick figures. "That's you, the pretty one." He blushes. "And that's me, Hedwig."

Hedwig looks towards her again, smiling brightly. "What's you're name?" He asked, rocking back and forth impatiently.

Casey clears her throat and moves a strand of hair behind her ear. "Casey." She mumbles. The boy giggles and snatches the paper away from her, folding it back into his pocket. "I like you're name." He smiles again at her.

They sit in silence as Hedwig watches her, fiddling with the draw strings of his tracksuit. "How old are you?" Casey asks.

"Nine." He smiled at her, giggling again. "I've got blue socks, what colour are yours?" He brings up quickly. Casey sits confused as she gives him a look, before suddenly being pulled towards him by the strength of someone way older than nine. Hedwig tugs up her black jeans to see the short cut white of her socks. "White, how boring. You dress like Mr Dennis. He doesn't like colour. He says it makes him sick."

Casey yanks back her foot and sits as far away as she can, cautiously watching as he fiddles with the blankets underneath him. "Wanna hear a secret?" He whispered looking around the room before returning his eyes to hers. "You can't tell anyone." He states as Casey nervously nods.

Hedwig shifted closer to her on the bed, his knee bumping her leg as he pushed his face closer to hers.

Casey stills her breathing as she tries not to show fear in front of her kidnapper. "Someone's coming for you. And you're not going to like it." He sits back and sneers at her.