OF SACRIFICE ch1 pt2

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Jacks point of view

I wake up the next morning to crying and screaming,

I slump out of bed with a massive headache and looked out the window, only to see it was still dark, with a candle lit inside near my face, I see my reflection, I’ve become paler and my hair and eyes have changed colour

I peak out my bedroom door to see my whole family crying, my little sister, my mama and papa,
I wonder what they’re crying about

As I'm looking at them, my papa looks up and sees me, with his sullen stained face he turns into a fit of  terror and rage and grabs his bible and pistol

Before I could speak and before I knew what was happening

WHACK! WHACK!

“THE DEMON WHO STOLE MY BOY, RETURN MY BELOVED SON TO ME! THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!” my papa screams

WHACK! He smacks me again with the bible, and I feel my face burning, but I don't feel pain, but actual burning like fire

“papa stop! Please papa, stop hurting jack” my sister cries

“he is not Jack anymore dear, he is a spawn of the devil, papa is trying to save what might be all that’s left of your blessed brother Jackson” my mama tries to calm my sister Mary

“THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELLS YOU DEMON! LEAVE MY SONS BODY AND MAY GOD HAVE MERCY UPON YOU, PERSONALLY I HOPE HE DOESNT!

WHACK! WHACK!

Papa is beating me with the bible and its burning me, I don’t know why he’s doing this, I go to church every Sunday, like the good lord asks of me, but papa is just beating me for no reason

“stop, stop, its me, its me” I plead and cry

“YOU ARE NOT MY BELOVED SON, YOURE A DEMON, POSSESSED MY BOY TO HAVE TEETH LIKE KNIFES AND A HUNGER FOR THE BLOOD OF A MAN, DEMON OF SHEER UGLINESS, BEGONE WITH YOU!”

BANG!...

That was loud.

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