The Children of Lucifer

NICHOLE

My names Nichole, I'm 14, and let's just say, I was forced to defend myself and my little sister. you may ask from what, I'll tell you this much, it was from my uncle. [sighs and stands up] I hate talking about my family matters with people I don't know, but I guess I'll tell you. My parents died in a house fire, my sister and I barely escaped with our lives. We were forced to live with our Uncle, his wife died of cancer and his children had all moved out of the house. My little sister and I stayed in a small room with two closets, two beds, and a single desk. I don't know how all of that stuff fit but it did. The second bed that was meant for my sister was rarely uses because she usually slept beside me because she kept having nightmares, I don't blame her, the house was pretty damn creepy with all the long dark hallways in it. One night, our Uncle came in, drunk as hell and he saw my sister playing in the living room, I was in our room putting our clothes away when I heard a scream. I grabbed a gun that I had hidden in my bag and ran to where she was. Our Uncle was approaching her with a butcher knife. I aimed the gun straight at his head and yelled "HEY ASS HOLE!" He turned to face me. "You take one step closer to her. I'll pop a cap in yer' ass!" He charged at me. I pulled the trigger. The bullet made a clean shot right through his forehead. [a smile slowly shows] He fell so precisly that the knife went straight in the bullet hole. My sister ran over to me and hugged me, she was still sobbing. I picked her up and calmed her down, we packed up our stuff, grabbed as much food as we could and bolted to the woods. [looks down at the little girl beside her] Come on Renee, let's go back to our room [picks her up and carries her out of the room].