Double Or Nothing // C.T.H

38 ~ Thomas

Tick

Tock

Tick

You know that feeling you get when you do something dangerous?

Not the thrill and pure ecstasy of excitement as you jump from a plane, the other feeling.

The feeling you get when you walk down the stairs to the basement, the dark, cold basement that you swore was haunted? Your heart sputters and pounds against your chest, your fingers tingle and tremble, and your lungs struggle to take in oxygen.

But the worst part was your thoughts, they played tricks on you. Was there someone in that dark corner? No, just a mop, but you were certain you saw someone...

I was frozen, stuck in the middle of my parents bedroom as the clock seemed to scream in the silence.

Tick

Tock

It was driving me insane, the constant nag of time. It whispered to me with each tick, urging me to hurry.

Tick

My whole body was against me, fighting me. Are you crazy?- It was resisting me, my limbs heavy, eyes wide and unblinking.

Tock

My father was only a few feet in front of me, I could see the outline of his tall and stout body. A tremor ran through me, the dark tricking me. His dark eyes glaring at me, sneering at me! Wait- he's asleep. Just sleeping.

I was terrified, convinced that he knew what I was going to do, and that I'd end up just like Calum, probably worse.

I swallowed hard, he's asleep. I had to repeat that over and over. He's asleep- he's not waking up.

Tick

Tock

Hurry up

I force my foot forward, closing the gap between my father and I.

I was right in front of him, so close I could feel the puff of breath he let out. It was warm and made my skin crawl unpleasantly. He never looked peaceful, even in his sleep.

His brows were furrowed and mouth slightly tugged down, lips parted and deep, heart-thumbing, roar-like snores rolled from between them.

It was almost like he was screaming.

But then again, wasn't he always?

Tick

Tock

I take a deep breath and twist my fingers against each other, palms sweaty.

Leaning over I slowly inch my fingers under his pillow- his face only inches from my hand, only a mere foot from my face.

If he woke, all he'd have to do was grab my neck. He'd push me down to my knees before lifting me off my feet and introducing his fist to my face, though they've already met.