Underestimated (Jeff The Killer fanfic)

Lies And Truths

Carck. The familiar sound of a beer being opened rang through the air. Terran looked up with her vibrant green eyes to make sure her father wasn't doing what she thought he was. Oh joy... he's drinking again she thought.

Her father, a man with a build that looked as if he was no stranger to the gym. A man with hair that at first glance you would think was black. A man with the same vibrant eyes as Terran and a fairly large Adams Apple that pokes out of his throat.

As Adam took the first swig of his newly opened beer, he heard Terran say something under her breath.

"What was that?" he spat harshly.

"Nothing", she replied looking down at the light brown carpet.

"Tell me what the fuck you just said or you will regret the day you were born just like i do you worthless whore", he said, his words like daggers right to her self esteem.

Terran thought on her feet, "I just said i needed a shower that's all", she said, hiding the fact that she really said, "I thought he stopped".

"I don't believe you you little bitch!" he shouted.

Terran watched with fear in her eyes as her father chugged the beer he had, which was his sixth one that night, and stood, making his body tower over hers. He grabbed her by her long black hair and drug her into the kitchen.

"THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS TO STUPID SLUTS!!" He screamed to her while lightning a cigarette and taking a few puffs of it.

She screeched in pain as her father threw her into the wall of his bedroom. She immediately tried to scurry away but her father was to fast for her. He grabbed her by her ankles and pulled her back in front of him.

He removed the cigarette from his mouth, pulled Terran's shirt up just enough to expose her already injured stomach, and brought the cherry of the cigarette down right below her belly button. Directly after, he removed his new torture system and placed a finger on the wound to add some extra burn.

After holding back tears in fear of making things worse, Terran let out a blood cuddling scream and tried to wipe away the tears that were profusely leaking out of her eyes.

"Awwww, is the little slut crying? Humpf. You're such a pussy Terran", he said before kicking her several times in the side with all his force.

He gave her a death glare then pushed everything off the counters in his room.

"Pick it all up. You have 20 minutes to do it or else", he said.

With that, he left the room. From inside the room, Terran could hear her father gathering his keys and turning the T.V. off. After about 45 seconds, Terran heard the heavenly sound of her father exit the house and lock the door.

She exhaled deeply and got to her feet. Looking for the phone, she shuffled into the bathroom and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She had a bruise on her face and a small amount of blood was seeping out of a small cut on the top of her head that was made when he pulled her hair. Wiping away a single tear, she pulled up her shirt and immediately regretted it. On her side, there was cuts and bruises so bad she looked like a smeared painting. She turned forward and saw the burn mark.

Confused as how to treat the foreign wound, she removed her shirt, closed the door, and hung the piece of clothing on the silver door knob. She walked over to the shower and pulled her rag off of the shower curtain pole. Walking back over to the sink, she stared at the peeling flesh, unable to pry her eyes away from it. After a while of fiddling with the knobs she got the water to the perfect temperature. She placed the rag under the water and closed her eyes as the warm liquid flower over her hand. She lifted the rag to the burn and winced in pain when the cloth came in contact with the wound.