You got no sleep that night. How could you get any sleep?
Pamela was basically warning you to be carful of Jason.
Now that you think about it... Jason can get kind of angry. But he would never hurt his family. Just whats around his family and him.
You laid wide eyed and stared at the ceiling. So much is going on you feel like you have to figure this out. But at the same time you just want to-
"You didn't read that letter did you?"
".... What?" You whispered.
"That letter. Its from a girl."
"I don't wanna open it." You admit, having a few guesses of what it was.
The voice never talked back to you. You sighed and rolled over in the large bed. Jason decided to stay outside this night to roam or whatever he does.
You closed your eyes and gently fell asleep.
You awoke around six and stumbled out of bed to put some clothes on. Then you walked downstairs, after getting out of the bathroom, so you could eat something and fix something for Blaire.
You felt something sticky on the floor.
"What the... hell?" You rubbed your eyes and looked down. Much to your surprise, and shock, you found blood trailing the kitchen floor in one big puddle.
"Jason... No wait.. BLAIRE!" You shouted. Your throat felt a little sore. You sure have been doing a lot of shouting at your family members. You saw smaller feet trails in the blood. Now the worry came to your mind: who's blood was this?
You heard a giggle and it would've been creepy if you had not known it was your daughter.
"Blaire, what happened?" You sigh. Blaire peeks out behind the couch wearing that Goddamn mask.
"Daddy killed a monster so I wanted to play a trick on you!" Blaire giggled, waving a bloody kitchen knife.
Like an actual bloody knife.
"What... did you do? And what do you mean 'monster'?" You started cleaning the sticky mess.
"I just cut part of the monster off and smeared it then threw the part outside. And monster is exactly what I mean, mommy." Blaire said.
You grabbed the knife from her and placed it in the sink then continued to clean.
"I am so sick of this." You said dramatically.
Blaire sat lazily on the couch, watching some horror show and you went outside to see what she threw out. You almost stumbled back as you saw a dismembered arm there.
You saw Jason walking up closer and closer.
"Jason, can you.... please take care of this and go talk to your daughter! She chopped the... auauugh!" You cringed thinking of it.
"Okay." Was all he said.
He grabbed the arm and simply threw it in the woods.
You cringed again as some blood drops splattered.
"And... go talk to Blaire." You groaned.
"About what?" Jason wiped his hands on his pants.
"About doing things like this! Its disturbing." You said, walking inside. Jason followed.
Blaire jumped up off the couch and hugged her father.
"Daddy, did you see what I did?" Blaire asked, proudly.
"Yes..."
"The drawer."
Your eyes widened at the voice. What is she trying to tell you?
"The drawer. The letter."
You walked over to the nearest drawer and opened it as Jason was trying to tell Blaire not to do that anymore without hurting her feelings.
You pulled out the letter and stared at it.
"Do you know who its from? That.... Pat girl."
You kept silent.
"She knows something about Blaire thats-... NO!"
You walk over to the fireplace and burn the letter, satisfied.
The voice echoed away. But you did catch a glimse of what the letter said as it burned away.
Not
And
Blood samples show she is....
You tried to brush it away. You wanted a normal life and you're going to try and make it that way.
"So let's not see anymore of... this." Jason said.
"But you do it. And you showed me how." Blaire said, keeping her mask on.
You slowly turned and saw Jason looking at Blaire then at you, a bit of worry in his eyes.
"Jason...." You crossed your arms. Jason nodded.
"Sorry, daddy." Blaire tugged his sleeve.
"Are you teaching her to kill?" You ask.
"Wha? No." He says.
"Then.... why does she seem so comfortable with this?" You take a step towards him.
Jason didnt say or motion anything.
"You. Are. In. Big. Trouble." You said quietly, not wanting Blaire to hear.
Jason groaned and you pointed for him to go upstairs.
You gave Blaire a coloring book from a top shelf and some crayons for her to color. You stomped upstairs and slammed your door shut then turned on Jason.
"You can't just let her do that!" You snap.
Jason leans against the wall and sighs.
"She's... she's gonna murder innocent people, Jase!" You held a hand to your head.
Jason crossed his arms.
"I dont know what we're gonna do!" You say and look at Jason.
He tilts his head, his blue eyes shimmering.
"And-and... You... you're so adorable I can't stay mad at you!" You said, flopping down on the bed.
Jason looked a bit surprised by that odd compliment.
"I dont know why you do this to me." You mumbled.
"Do what?"
"That cute little head tilt and you look at me with those gorgeous eyes and it makes me wanna hug you when I need to be mad at you!" You say.
"....'Gorgeous eyes'." Jason found that funny.
"This is serious!" You say, sitting up.
Jason nods still amused.
"She wears her mask way too much." You point out.
Jason shrugs.
"She doesn't even have a reason. She just likes it."
"Pbbbt, yeah I have a reason though?" Jason playfully pushed you aside to sit down.
"Yeah, you're weird." You said. Before he could retort, you poked his side quickly making him flinch.
"Okaaay." Jason scooted away a bit.
You leaned your head on his shoulder.
Now you just needed to worry about Blaire.
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