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Chapter Twelve

Millie slowly woke up only to find herself cold and lonely, again. With a heavy sigh she sat up and looked around, nothing was out of the ordinary. Throwing her legs over the side of the bed Millie slowly sat up being extra careful with her sore ankle and makes her way to the living room. Approaching her destination Millie hears the TV on. She finally makes it to the living room to see Sam on the couch flipping through channels on the TV.
"Hey." She spoke softly taking a seat on the chair next to the couch. Sam turns to her slightly startled by the fact he didn't hear her approach.
"Hey." Sam responded watching as Millie shifted around a bit to find a better sitting position.
"Uh...How did you sleep?" Millie asked shyly watching as Sam looks down at the remote in his hands finding it very interesting all of the sudden.
"It was nice." Sam spoke not wanting to say that it was the best sleep he had in years. Millie nods her head before running a hand through her slightly messy locks.
"What about you?" He asked watching the women pause for a split second before continuing to tame her messy locks with her hands.
"I slept for the first time since I was sixteen." She spoke truthfully not wanting to add that she felt safe.

"If you don't mind me asking." Sam spoke looking up to meet Millie's gaze. "What happened before...this." The question caught her off guard slightly making her look down. Sam noticing her behavior was about to apologize until Millie looked at him again.
"When I was young my parents had a downfall. My father caught my mother with another man, they got into a fight and yeah turns out that wasn't the first man she slept with. After a while my parents had fifty fifty custody, but that all changed one day after my dad saw the burns on my skin." Millie started watching as Sam shifts around to face her. He watches as she subconsciously runs a hand over her right arm. It was only then he saw the faded cigarette burns.
"After that my dad had full custody I was about eight when it happened. Years of feeling free and like nothing could hurt me ever again until the day it happened. I was only sixteen..."

Flash back

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Sixteen year old Millie's eyes snap open from the sudden sound downstairs another followed along with some grunts making her brows knit together. Flinging the blanket off her body Millie threw her legs over the side of the bed and proceeded to stand up. The wooden floor was cold under her feet as she pads her way towards the door separating her room from the hallway. She opens it softly the wooden door squeaking on its old hinges. She makes it into the hall way and towards the flight of stairs leading down. Muffled voices could be heard as she descended down the stair case stoping every so often when a step would squeak. When she makes it to the bottom step she peers into the living room.

Her eyes went wide seeing the site in front of her. In the center of the room laid her father his strong and powerful body now weak and frail as the blood seeped into the carpet below him.
"Dad!" Millie called starting to run towards him as her father looked at her weakly. His eyes pleaded her to stop to run away but she didn't see it. A couple feet away from her fathers weak frame Millie saw the silhouette of a figure standing by the window making the young girl freeze. A click sounded from behind her making Millie tense up.
"Don't move." A voice called from behind her making Millie gulp slightly. Hearing the approaching foot steps Millie tensed even more. The feeling of something cold and round was felt on her back making the already tense girl even more so.

"What do we do now?" The voice called from behind her, the voice was male but it didn't sound that old to her.
"We do what we came here to do." The other male spoke his voice definitely sounded older them the other. Millie didn't have time to question it though as she saw the figure by her father take out a knife. The silver blade gleamed in the moonlight that shone through the windows. The older man walked towards her father making Millie lunge forward but the male behind her stopped Millie before she could. She now laid on the ground the male that was behind her now held her down. Millie tried to escape from the other males grasp but she couldn't. The male on top of her held her hands behind her back and what felt like a knee dug into the center of her back. The knee would put more force on the teenage females back every time she move.

She couldn't move she couldn't look away as the older male started to slowly walk towards her father who looked at his daughter with sad eyes.
"Please don't!" Millie yelled towards the man stalking over to her father but he payed no attention to her as he stopped right beside him. Millie's father looks up at the man towering before him.
"Please. Let her go." He managed to speak before he went into a coughing fit as he chocked on his own blood.
"Please!" Millie yelled again seeing the man turn towards her the shadow hiding him but the knife in his hand still gleamed in the moonlight. Millie's father looked up at the man above him blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth. He gasped for air showing his blood stained teeth before another coughing fit took over his body making more blood spew from his mouth and onto the ground.
"Please don't hurt him!" Millie cried as tears slipped down her cheeks creating a small puddle on the wood beneath her.

With wide eyes and horror filled face Millie watched as the man standing beside her father raises the knife in the air before plunging it her fathers stomach. A scream ripped It's was out of her fathers throat making Millie thrash around only feeling the male on top of her dig his knee deeper into her back.
"No, no. Please stop. Your hurting him please!" She screamed shutting her eyes tightly but she could still hear it. Her father cried out again making Millie flinch and clench her teeth as more tears fell down her face. Then it all went silent, all that could be heard was the sound of Millie's cries and the huffing coming from the older male. Millie slowly opened her eyes but soon wished she didn't as she took in the site in front of her.

Her dad laid their motionless as the figure loomed above him. The knife that once shone silver now shone crimson as blood dripped off of the blade and onto the floor. Staining the brown wood red.
"No...no!" Millie cried struggling to get out of the younger males grasp and get to her fathers aid. "You piece of shit your dead. You're both dead, I'll kill you!" Millie shouts thrashing around again the anger and sadness bubbling up inside her causes her to before a lot stronger then she was a few moments ago. The younger male on top of her struggled to keep her down as Millie watches the man next to her fathers body crouched down beside it as he whipped off the blood on the blade on her fathers flannel shirt. It was only then Millie could make out his brown eyes and black hair. Stubble coated his jaw and upper lip and the grey shirt with a blue button up shirt over it was now splattered with blood. The man slowly got to him feet his jean cover legs popping as he does so.

"What do we do about her?" Asked the young man on top of Millie but she payed them no mind her eyes where trained on her fathers lifeless body in front of her as more threats spilled out of her mouth. The man who killed her father started to walk towards the to teenagers before him. His boots now covered with blood left bloody foot prints with each step he took.
"Leave her. If she is his daughter then she's one to." He said sternly looking down at the young man before him.
"But what about-"
"Lets lite her up." Commanded the older man making Millie stiffen. "Knock her out and leave her." And just like that everything around Millie went black.
TimeSkip.
The smell of smoke and the heat around her made Millie come to her senses. She slowly opened her eyes before shutting them again as smoke stung them. Putting her shirt over her mouth and nose Millie looks around to see the place she called home for eight years going up in flames.

Memories of what happened before this flooded her mind making tears well up yet again. She look around sadly before slowly standing up. The house was starting to crumble around her leaving her no time to grab something. She stumbled her way towards the door every now and then breaking into a coughing fit before continuing on until she reached the front door. She stops though looking down at the framed picture beside it. A picture of Millie and her dad took when she turned sixteen. Millie quickly grabs it and takes one last look around the house before turning to the door. She opened it and stepped a few feet into their yard before collapsing to her knees. She looked up though just in time to see red tail lights drive into the distance and the moonlight reflecting off the black paint of the car who held the pair that killed her father.

That bit actually made me want to right a book about something like that. Comment or like if you think I should. Don't forget to follow I really want to get to a hundred followers.