I jolted up, ignoring the pain in my head. The light flooded into the room from the window. I went to rub my eyes but I couldn't move my hands. I tried for a while and then I realised that my hands were tied behind my back. I looked around the room. It was empty. Apart from my father tied on a chair. That's not fair! He gets a chair and I have to sit on the floor. The floor had a carpet on it that was a brown colour and the walls were a cream colour with damp and mould creeping up the sides. You could smell the damp as well. This wasn't a very homey flat. There were two doors. I'm guessing the other one led to a bathroom or something like that.
My father started to move and then he groaned. He opened his eyes and looked around the room. When he looked at me he started to laugh.
"You look like crap." He smirked at me.
"You don't look so good yourself." I gave him the same smirk. We sat there in quietness for a while.
"Why do you get a chair?" I asked sulking.
"We don't know where we are. We are tied up. We look like crap and all you care about is why I get a chair and you don't?"
"Well it's not like we're getting out anytime soon. So why do you think you get a chair?"
"I don't know maybe the people who did this like me."
"Nobody likes you? Maybe they thought you were old so they wanted to cut you some slack?"
"No I think they like me."
"No I don't think they do. Or else they would have put me on the chair."
He looked at me questionably so I started squirming over to him. I made sure my legs were near enough when I led on my back and kicked my legs forward. I looked up just in time to see him falling with the chair. One of the arms that were wrapped around the chair was getting squished by his weight. He didn't seem fazed by this. He only seemed angry at me. I was trying to bite back my laughter but I couldn't. I started laughing so much, desperately wanting to clutch my stomach. Might as well as make the most of this experience. After about ten minutes of laughing at him. I eventually calmed down and squirmed back so that I could rest my back on a wall.
We sat in silence for what seemed like forever. Then my father eventually spoke.
"I respect you."
"Why?"
"You're just like me."
"As in I kill people."
"Yup," He said popping the 'P'
"You're wrong. I am nothing like you!" I hissed. "I may kill people. But people who deserve it, I kill people that are evil. Like rapists, paedophiles, People who kill innocent people, Abusers. So basically I kill people like you."
"My respect is fading."
"Good. I don't need your respect!"
"Good."
We were sat in silence again for around half an hour. But I broke the silence this time.
"Why did you do it?" I said, tears threatening to spill over.
"Do what?"
"Kill my mother."
"I didn't kill your mother."
"Yes you did! I saw it, I heard it! You broke her heart then killed her!"
"She isn't your mother."
"What?"
"She isn't your mother." He repeated.
"I heard you." I said pure hatred in my voice. "What do you mean? She isn't my mother."
"She isn't your mother. Your mother is like me."
"Who was she then? The woman I thought was my mother."
"She was my sister."
"Why did you tell me she was my mother?"
"I never, not once told you she was your mother."
"Well then why did you let me believe that she was?"
"Because I didn't want to see you hurt?"
"You didn't want to see me hurt? What do you mean you didn't want to see me hurt? You used to beat me. That hurt. And you didn't care about hurting me when you killed her in front of my eyes. And if I remember rightly, before we came here you tried to kill me. So don't give me any of that you don't want to see me hurt bullshit when you were going to kill me."
"I know I hurt you physically. But I didn't want to hurt you mentally. You were always so strong."
"Oh yes. Killing the woman that raised me as her daughter did not at all, not the slightest amount, affect me emotionally."
"I didn't know you were watching!"
"Oh so in the morning I would have just woke up to my "mother" dead on the floor and my father nowhere to be seen?"
"Sorry." He actually sounded sorry. But then again he always was a good actor.
"You still didn't answer my question. Why did you do it?"
"She was going to take you away from me."
"What do you mean?"
"She was going to run away with you. But I couldn't let her. You are my daughter."
"Oh you can't let her run away with me but you can not show up in my life for donkey's years and when you do show up you can try to kill me?"
We were arguing like this for ages when we finally decided to stop. We just sat there in silence - yet again. I never knew how boring silence could be and I have lived on my own for years. I then had an idea. I squirmed over to my father like last time when I kicked him off the chair and told him to bite it to loosen the knots. He started to bite at the knots then he bit my hand. I flinched back and growled. I don't know why I growled I just did. I swung my arms back and hit him in the face before he started to untie them again. Once they were loose enough I squirmed and got my arms free. Damn I'm going to have rope burn tomorrow. I quickly started to untie the rope on my legs and then I got up. I picked my father up so the chair was now on four legs.
"Bye bye daddy." I said and started to walk to the door. I didn't even know if it would be open. I went to open the door and it opened without a fight. I took one last look at my father and walked out the door. I took about another two steps before I realised that I wasn't outside. I was in a bathroom. I quickly got out of the bathroom and started walking towards the other door. He looked at me questionably.
"Bathroom." I said and felt the heat rise to my cheeks. He stifled a laugh. I quickly went to the other door and went to open it. Yes! It opens. I was so proud of myself I started to walk off.
"Where do you think you're going?" a woman's voice asked.
Crap! Crap! Crap! What am I going to do? I did what always first comes to mind when you get caught.....
I ran!
