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I have to turn the page as quietly as humanly possible, because if my dad hears me, I'm done for. Tonight he's drank at least five beers in the last hour, and that never ends well. My trembling fingers grasp the corner and flip it, making the paper scratch the bed-sheet. Mentally, I scold myself for even reading this late. Millie, if you were actually intelligent you wouldn't be doing this. You'd be sound asleep and out of harm's way. With a sigh, I lay back and place the book on my stomach, allowing me to peer over my blankets. It takes my eyes a minute to adjust since my room is pitch black. The only light available is emanating from under my covers and beneath the door. I hold my breath for a moment and listen. Nothing. Is that good or bad? Please God please, let him be passed out. I'm about to slip back into the tragic world of Violet and Finch when a chilly breeze passes through my window and sends shivers down my spine. I knew I shouldn't have left it slightly cracked, ugh. Slipping out of my bed, I tiptoe slowly to the window pane and gingerly slide it shut. The glass is cold beneath my touch and makes me shiver. Turning around, I begin to make my way back. Being cautious is the most important thing right now, one wrong move and― the wooden panel beneath my right foot creaks loudly. Immediately following is the sound of glass shattering and my dad's footfalls. I'm screwed.
"Millie!" He bellows angrily, his scratchy voice bouncing off the hallway walls.
Jumping into my bed, I burrow myself into the blankets and squeeze my eyes shut. Please let this end well. Suddenly, my bedroom door slams open and crashes against the wall. When this is over I'll have to fix the dent.
"What the hell are you doing up?" He growls as he throws my sheets off me.
Goosebumps raise on my neck as I sit up slowly, fear coursing through my veins.
"N..nothing," I stammer as my heart hammers in my chest.
His red eyes scan me, then fall to the book at my side.
"You've been reading?"
If I lie to him everything will be worse. I look down instead.
"Answer me!" He demands wickedly. Swiping the book off my mattress, he clumsily flips through the pages.
"Yes..." I whisper.
At least, I think I do. I can't hear anything over the blood rushing in my ears.
Inspecting it one more time, he shrugs. It almost looks like he's calming down, but it would be childish to hope for that.
Suddenly, he twists and chucks it at the wall.
"You don't ever disobey me."
Demons leap out of his mouth and dance around the edges of the room.
My dad grabs at my arm and yanks my towards him so roughly it feels like my shoulder is dislocated. I cry out sharply.
"I don't have the time to be dealing with this."
He leads me into the hall, and I brace myself for more bludgeonings.
"Hm? Are you mute now?"
He glares at me and takes a step closer.
"Anything to say for yourself?"
His words are slurred and his movements are sloppy. I miss when he wasn't drunk and could be considered a decent father.
Abruptly, He shoves me. Hard. I fall backwards into the nothingness.
My father's malicious eyes are the last thing I see before everything goes black.
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The first time this story was published this chapter didn't exist, but I decided you guys might like some backstory :)
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Kalopsia // Fillie
Fanfiction"For someone who's dying, I've never felt more alive." A story in which a broken girl and sick boy meet under tragic circumstances.
