The Killing Games

EP14: The Finalists

London's POV

"He's yelling at her again." Paris whispered in my ear. My sister and I, leapt up to sprint over to the white sturdy double doors. We placed our worried ears against the white pine wooded surface. Our faces pushed against another as we desperately eavesdrop.

"Why can't you do anything right for once!" The voice of our angry father shook our hearts. My spine shivered at the tone.

Paris tried to whisper something to me just than. I raised my finger to my lips to silence her. I wanted to hear what my father was upset about now. I just hope he doesnt hit her.

Again...

"You call him back up... And you tell the moron to stop calling you.. Got it?.." Dad spoke sternly. I heard a few sniffles than ruffles. They were followed by growing footsteps.

We ripped our ears from our parents bedroom door, and jolted down the hall. Back to our room as our parents door drew open.

Low cursed mumbles spat from my dads lips as he passed our room. Unaware of our brief spying. He marched down the steps, and slammed the front door exiting.

"Let's go check on mom" I told a nodding Paris. " I wonder what's up his butt this time." I thought. My father was a nice person. However, he was one who would get nasty over the most smallest things.

We kept our distance from him at such times. And other times of success in work, or happiness we would gather around him. We would be a normal happy family until something pissed him off. Than were back. Tip toeing on glass.

We strolled in the room. Our mom laying quietly at the bed. She wiped at a tear from her cheek. We joined at the edge of the bed. "You OK? " Paris asked. "Oh.. I'm alright girls, he's mad at me over a guy I work with."

Dad was always an extremely jealous person. He always found a way to make something , out of nothing.

I always thought it might've been self esteem issues, or problems within himself.

"I'm going to have to fire this man for no reason." Mom said. My silk robe greeted her soft bed as I slipped from it. The materials parted ways with a light "Vsshh" sound. I strolled over to her large gold dresser.

Not a single spot of moms dresser were empty. Her dresser was packed with perfume and make-up. My finger tips carressed each of my favorite designed bottles.

"Fire someone for what? " I glanced back asking. My mom worked in beauty. She launched her very own fragrances, make-up, and she voiced how she wanted to begin designing clothes.

"Dad feels like this man is trying to have some sort of affair with me.. Like he's using work to make advances." She told us. She was tapping at her phone screen.

" That's not good for business.." Paris chimed in. I nodded softly. "Yeah.. It's not." Mom also agreed.

"I don't get him sometimes.. I can't talk to any other man without him screaming at me." Mom began weeping. She shook her head in worry. I pat at her back." I could be asking someone for the time.." She paused coughing. "And he would still find a way to make me feel like a slut! "
Gasp.

"MOM!" Paris and I both yelled.

"You're never the... 'S' word. I whispered the letter. I can't believe you would say that! " I spoke with a gasp.

"You're hard working.. Beautiful!. You're the best mom ever. " Said Paris.

"Don't ever let him make you feel like that mom! " Paris.

"You're so much better than that." I said.

She patted her face with tissue and sniffed somberly. "Thank you girls. You make me feel better. If I didn't have you two here.. God knows where I'd be."

...

"London?!"

"London? babe wake up! "

My eyes lifted like heavy curtains. The image of Cody lifting me to reality. He was holding me up in his arms.

I scratched at my head and glanced over. Seeing two other figures.

"Um, what are they doing in my room? " I asked Cody, referring to Claire and Nikki at the corner of the area.

Cody was about to speak when..

"Now is not the time! " Claire barked.
"I knooow! " I yelled back. Why are you here!? What time is it!? " I had so many questions. I pulled back the curtains it was a ghostly fog outside.

I am sooo not a morning person. I looked to Cody to shoo the people out, but he was trying to calm every one down. Just than, we all broke out in unknown sentences. Yelling at another from within the room.

"Get out!" I shrieked as the TV shot on. We all shot a worried expression towards the device .

"What's that? " Cody asked. "It looks like a chair. "Nikki said. There on the screen, was a black object that slowly began to spiral. Nikki was correct.

There 'The Game' was perched at his seat. " Good morning my final contestants. You all have been through blood, sweat, and tears."

I rolled my eyes.

"I must admit.. You four are a strong batch. Alot of fight in you all. Even though others may not be physically strong, your mental status is unmistakable. And I congratulate you all for making it this far." He said.

"Thanks.. So much. " A sarcastic Cody buzzed at the screen.

"This day marks a month, and the end of anew beginning." I glanced around. "What does he mean by that? " I whispered.

Suddenly we heard sounds coming from inside our home. "Someone is here! " Cody yelled. Getting into a defensive stance.

" Don't be scared! " The Game whimsically howled. "That is only thee camera crew. "Your final challenge begins right now. This is the end of our show. And may the strongest competitor win! "

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