I haven't ate in a week. And I was starving.
I felt like I was going to die.
I was still in the basement from last nights incident.
My body ached and I felt... weird.
Like a giant blob.
The basement door opened up and I thought I was going to get out, but no.
Footsteps were coming down the steps and I seen who it was.
It was mommy.
"Good morning sweetie." She said and pinched my cheek.
I wanted to slap her hand away but I was scared that Greg will do the same thing to me he did last night.
I kept my head down, not wanting to look in that monsters eyes.
"Okay fine. Don't look at me. I came down here to say me and Greg are going out. We won't be back for about 3 hours. Stay down here and down move. Okay bye. " She said and got up.
As she exited out the door, I picked up a rock and tried to hit her.
Of course I missed.
I heard her lock the basement door and the front door slam shut.
Now what am I going to do?
I could look for something to keep me warm because I'm freezing.
I got up and headed towards the basket of clothes.
Down here is where they do their laundry. So of course they'll have to have something to keep me warm.
I emptied out the basket in search of a blanket.
All that was in that basket were shorts, shirts, and socks.
I miss my daddy.
I miss my home.
I was treated to good there.
And here, I'm treated like shit.
I'm treated like a nothing.
Maybe because I am a nothing.
None of this would've happened if I didn't feel sick.
So all of this is my own fault
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A couple of hours passed. I was laying on the floor, listening to the silence and staring at the wood ceiling.
It was so peaceful, which I liked.
The sound of the front door slamming shut startled me, making me jump in my spot.
I heard the basement door open and someone said,"Okay you can come out."
I didn't trust it.
Slowly, I walked up the stairs and out of that cold and messy basement.
I made my way to my room.
Yes, my own room.
It was decorated with my little pony and was pink.
My bed was also pink.
And my bed was comfy.
To say, I am surprised they did this for me.
Even though they're complete monsters, they're still a little nice, I guess.
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Daddy Horror (Ricky Horror Fanfic)
FanfictionHi There! I'm Crimson. You might know my dad. Ricky Horror from Motionless In White. In this story I am going to be telling you about my child hood. It was pretty sad and awful. But things are better now. Hope you enjoy my story! ❤💛💚💙💜