Secrets // Firkle X Ike

5

-Previously -

"Ok.. Bye Firkle." He said and pulled me into a hug. I have only gotten a hug a few times before from him,  and for some reason I love the feeling. It's warm and comforting . I hug him back, enjoying the feeling of another person. I haven't gotten many hugs before, especially from my parents. We pull apart, say goodbye again, and head home.

//Firkles POV//

I open the door to my house and quietly walk up to my room. My dad was on the couch sleeping with beer bottles on the coffee table.  It's typical for him to do this. I open my door and walk in. My pet tarantula greets me by turning to look over. I shut the door and walk over to him.

"Hey there, Fang." I say and pick him up. He crawls up my arm and into my shoulder. He normally sits on my shoulder as I do stuff. I go back downstairs and start doing my chores before my dad gets mad again. I'm halfway done when he wakes up. I pick up my pace while Fang hides behind my hair. Fang knows my dad hates him somehow.

My dad walks into the kitchen, takes a look at what I'm doing, and immediately gets mad.

"I thought I told you to get the dishes done last night!" He yelled.

"I-im sorry!" I stuttered. Terrified, I dropped a mug on the ground, making it shatter into millions of little pieces .

"I can't believe you! That was my favorite one! Your getting it this time, Firkle!" He yelled, grabbing me by my arm and pulling me down to the basement forcefully. I kicked as hard as I could. I see Fang crawl down my arm and onto my father's back. He went up his neck, causing my dad to scream and let go of me. I fell to the floor as Fang ran around my dad to distract him. He quickly crawled off and came back to me. I scooped him up and ran back up to my room, locking the door behind me. I let out a huge sigh and placed fang in my lap as I sat on my bed.

"This is going to be bad." I sigh to Fang. I hear loud bans on my bedroom door. In fright, I take my switchblade out of my pocket. I place fang in his bed nicely and slowly walk towards my door.

"Dad, if you don't stop, I have a knife that's ready." I warn him. He doesn't stop.

"Like i'm scared of that! You're too scared to, because you're an emo pussy!" He yelled. He's officially dying. I unlock the door and take a step back. He burst through, scaring me and Fang. He walks slowly towards me, mumbling things like "I hate you" and "You ruined my life". My dad always wanted a perfect, dumb conformist kid. But since i'm not "Up to his standards", he hates me. He cornered me. I was too scared to move. I stood there, frozen in terror. I looked down at his hands, which held a kitchen knife. 

"I'm so disappointed in you, Georgie! I wanted a normal child, but instead i get you!" He yells, raising the knife to my neck. By now I was shaking in fear. 

"Sorry i'm not normal." I say and pierce through his thick skin with my knife, causing him to drop his and fall to the floor. I stop dead and realize what I just did. I killed my own father. Mom's gonna be pissed. I cover his wound up to not spread the blood and slowly carry him to my closet. His body was cold, his face was pale. I cant feel too bad for him though. I have bruises and scars from him. I felt my eyes watering, so I wiped them clear and shut my closet door. I picked fang back up and laid in bed with him.

"What have I done? He was my father! No, I shouldn't be sad. He abused me for being a goth. I just can't believe any of this, fang!" I vent as Fang crawls around the bed.

It's a short chapter but it's 2 am I need sleep. If you didn't get the hint Firkles tarantulas name is fang. Also autocorrect corrects tarantulas to car for some reason???? Ok cya later alligator