"SHUT UP, DARLINE! I'M NOT AS THINK AS YOU DRUNK I AM"
The shouts, they keep getting louder and louder.
"Oh sure, Bardy! Tell that to the 4 EMPTY WHISKEY BOTTLES IN THE GARBAGE BAG!!!!!!"
The screams...I can't take it any longer. Their piercing cries at eachother sting my ears with a pain all too familiar.
"WHERE'S THAT BOY AT?! I OUTTA WHIP HIM WITH STEAL RODS FOR DOING THIS!!!"
"For WHAT Bardy!! Harton has done absolutely NOTHING WRONG!!!"
Oh no!! It's happening again. I don't want this anymore. The marks on my back from last time are just now healing!
"FOR GOING THROUGH MY PHONE, YA IDIOT!!! He saved MY PHOTOS from MY GALLERY and PUT THEM in HIS DRIVE!!!"
He found the evidence!! I look back into my memory to see the photos. Crystal clear. Dad's thin lips on another women's body, lipstick marks running up his neck. His free hand, stroking her ever so long, cascading hair.
"That dirty bastard.." my whisper go unheard.
The screaming is getting louder and louder by the second. Tears start to run down my face. That's it. I have to run for it.
I creep open my window as the loud thumps come crashing down the hallway, thundering closer and closer
But, before the pounds reach my destination, I am out the window.
Run....
Run...
Run...
One foot after another, my heart beats faster and faster. By now, I'm far out of reach from them. I stumble into the old forest, tripping over a fallen tree.
I look up, gazing hazely at the enlarged bok of would.
A building.
I crawl inch by inch to the building, getting weaker and weaker as my arms move hastely.
I come halfway to the building when I feel a warm stream trickle down my ever so throbbing head.
Blood.
More and more runs down my cheek, stirring with the tears from my eyes.
I make my way to the building, still crawling with pain in each movement. I am barely able to reach the door.
My weak hands falls into a light knock before I collapse on the rickity porch.
I soon find my self with a bandaged head inside the building.
My hair is covered in a thick, dark, oozing substance.
Ink...
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Souls of Ink
HorrorYou are a young boy, Harton, living a poor life. Your mother is out of a job, father an alcaholic. After another fight, you run out of the house, sick of your life. Stumbling across an abandoned building, hoping to get away from trouble. But the tro...
