Cold Blooded

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"Please help me." I cried. "Please!"

He instead gently put me into the tub, disreguarding my cries. "I'm leaving-"

I had grabbed his arm. "No, n-no don't leave me. I'm scared."

"Mariah I'm leaving." He huffed. He yanked his arm away from me and left the bathroom.

"I hate you!!" I screamed. "I fucking hate you!"

I could tell he was gone. I no longer felt the felt the tension of his presence.

I had stripped myself naked and turned on the tub. I sat in the water as I watched it fill up. Each inch getting eaten by the blood, mesmorizing me. It had taken over my body, until it had went to my chest.

Chin.

Neck.

Until the water stopped. Suddenly.

After wishing it had went above my head.

I had then lowered my body into the red water.

•

I watched my mother continue washing the dishes. As small as I was I always wanted to learn new things and help around. "Mommy can I do something?"

She had shook her head, giving me a warm smile. "It's alright. Is there anything you want for your sixth birthday?"

I shrugged. "Toys,"

"Anything besides toys?" She turned off the sink. Drying her hands.

"No. Toys." I smiled.

"What kind of toy?"

"Barbie house," I replied, just as a loud bang echoed throughout the house. Marcel began to scream and cry from upstairs, and my mother's soothing smile turned into a worried frown. She had dashed out of the kitchen to see my father. He stumbled to the wall, holding himself up. He groaned. "Grace!"

My mother jumped at his sudden outburst. She looked back at me while my tears formed in my eyes. "Mommy."

"Mariyah go upstairs."

"But-"

"Now!"

I had pouted and ran upstairs. Too nervous to look at the state my father is in. I heard Marcel's cries from the other room, and I crouched down behind the wall. Looking below the stairs.

"Grace." My father growled. Then pulling out a gun from his pocket.

"No! The kids are here. Please stop." She whimpered.

He had put the gun to his head, staring at her intently.

BANG

•

I had erupted from the water. Feeling burning tears fall down my cheeks. I held onto the edge of the tub, water falling onto the floor.

I had caught my breath and gasped suddenly, pulling my knees to my chest as I began to loudly cry. Nothing could make me stop.

"Don't cry,"

I had felt a hand caress my cheek. His vibrant blue eyes looking into mine.

Soothing.

His voice was delicate yet stern. "What's your name?"

"Mariyah." I sniffed feeling more tears fall from my eyes.

"Well, I'm Marcus." He sat onto the edge of the tub. "Don't cry Mariyah."

"How did you get in-"

"Don't worry. I won't hurt you." He flashed a smile. "You should know that,"

He grew serious. Looking into my eyes. "Right?"

"I do now.."