The Killer

chapter 1

Dad slammed the car door shot as he walked past a street light a block away from home. I was looking through the the window in my room as usual since it wasn't a school day, I always waited for him.
He looks sad,angry,disturbed.He usually screams at everyone and everything except me, oddly.
He walks into the house and I heard the door slam!. he's mad I whisper.
The ten year old me was always lost in my thoughts. I always wonder why, why can't I just ask what was wrong? He never scolded me at all.
He loves me. At least that's what I thought.I opened my door a little, am sure he heard the crick sound, ofcourse it was wooden.

"Dad?" I whisper hoping he wouldn't hear me.he didn't answer at all that should have been a sign for me to let him be.

"Dad?" I repeat trying to sound louder even though fear took over me.

"What?" He sparked, making it obvious he heard me the first time.

I did not answer, I couldn't,his face was straight and he was looking furious, annoyed. I wanted to ask him where mum was.But I couldn't, my lips were not moving anymore it was stiff, like I glued it.

"Come on dear" Mrs Smith pulled my hand, she held it tight! We both walked past dad as he kept on wiping his gun. She couldn't alter a single word. We dare not.

"It's time for dinner, sit here and wait for your meal" she instructed.

Mrs Smith was a good woman.Old but good.she was my second mother. She always read me stories.she loved to knit alot.My real mother was never home and even if she was, she was always fighting with Dad.

I always asked why, she always shewed me off. I haven't seen him since she and Dad angrily left home today, but Dad is back and she's not. Although mom is not my idea of a perfect mother, I still love her.

"Eat" Mrs Smith interrupts my thoughts.
I dare not say no.

" Thank you" I say looking up at her with a face that disagrees with her.

She nodded yes and went off to finish her knitting I suppose.

I tilt my head slightly and look at Dad his gun was all done.why does he always carry a gun? I ask myself as I wiped my hands on a napkin.

I finish up and walk straight to my room he griped my hands and whispers " tell no one I have a gun you hear me?"

I nodded yes.That was all I could say. He was scary.

I looked at him with fear before turning the knob on my door and walking in.

That night was cold it was raining cats and dogs.

I close my eyes and try to fall asleep after Mrs Smith read my favorite story, but I couldn't.i was too scared to.

I slightly close my eyes when I heard Dad's voice.

"You shut your mouth" he shouted

"She needs to know Mr George" shouted Mrs Smith right back

For some reason, she wasn't scared of him like I was.

"You keep your mouth shut" he repeated, this time, he meant it more his tone was more serious.

I tightened my eyes and turned to face my diary, which was on my bed on the black sheets.i was terrified I wanted to take it and right something down immediately but I couldn't.

" Her mother is dead! Don't you think she needs to know?" Mrs Smith says with a soft voice, but I could still hear her, I strained my ears to.

" You better shut your mouth she's too young to know that" Dad says and storms out before Mrs Smith could answer.

The beginning is a little off but you'll understand when u keep reading.
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