The Drunkard's Daughter

Kara

Matthew pulled me into him, his arms wrapping around me.

"What are you doing here."

Dad stood before us, his clothes raggedy and he stunk of alcohol.

"I wanted to see Kara."

"You have no right to see her."

Matthew said, his grip tightening around me.

"Please..."

"Dad..."

I whispered. His eyes began to tear up.

"Go before I call security."

Matthew threatened. Nodding, Dad left. He looked back before turning a corner.

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We drove straight to the police station, giving them the information on my father.

"....thank you for your time. Officer Pinreo will see you out."

The officer said, motioning us to the door.

"You okay?"

Matthew asked me once we were in the parking lot. I shrugged, reaching for his hand.

"As okay as I can be. I just want him out of my life, forever."

Matthew squeezed my hand and pulled me into him.

"They'll get him; and in the meantime, you'll be safe with me."

He kissed my forehead before kissing me.

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When we got home, the door was wide open. We slowly pulled in the driveway, Matthew slowly turning the key.

"Stay here Kara."

Matthew said, reaching for door.

"No, I'm coming with you."

I said defiantly, reaching for my door.

"If someone is in there-"

"I'm going with you."

I interrupted, opening my door. Matthew went to the front, I went through to the back door. Thankfully it was unlocked. Before going in, I grabbed a large rock, a bit bigger than my hand, just in case.

When I got in the house, the smell of blood was overwhelming. I silently gagged, not wanting whoever was in here to know I was there. I peeked into the kitchen, nothing. The only thing odd was the cabinet that held the alcohol was open. I checked the study, it was also empty. As I walked down the hall that led to the main room, blood was trickling down it.

I moved my feet so I wouldn't step in it, gripping my rock tighter. There, on the floor, was Mr. and Mrs. Tarran. Matthew stood above them, his face solemn. I rushed to him, avoiding the bodies.

"They're dead."

Matthew said, his voice deadly cold.

"Did you find anything?"

I asked, turning my eyes away from the bodies. 

"No. I haven't checked upstairs."

Matthew said, still looking at his parents. I took his hand, squeezing it.

"We'll find whoever did this."

Matthew looked at me, his gaze hard and cold.

"Yes we will."

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We walked upstairs, hand in hand. We split up to check all the bedrooms, I taking the two down the hall while Matthew looked at the guest and his parent's.

As I checked Matthew's room, I gripped the rock tighter. I held it behind me when I walked into mine, unsure if the intruder was in there.

I turned to the right, heading towards my open closet when a hand slithered around my waist and another covering my mouth. I dropped the rock, screaming.

"Shhh Kara, it's just me."

Dad said, his breath stank of alcohol. I began to thrash, elbowing him and kicking him. He only laughed, his grip around me tightening until it became hard to breathe. Dad shut the door and turned the lock.

He pulled me into the bathroom, also locking the door. Dad pushed me into the bathtub, pulling out a rope.

"MATTHEW! MATTHEW!! ITS MY DAD! HE'S HERE!"

I screamed as loud as I could, watching as my father smirked and pushed me against the wall. He tied my hands up around the shower head, leaving me completely vulnerable. Next he quickly grabbed a towel and gagged me.

I yanked at the showerhead that held me, yet it remained firm.

"Kara, Kara, Kara, you've been very disobedient lately. I've been watching you."

He looked into the mirror, adjusting himself.

"First, you didn't jump over the bridge. Second, you went to the police and now they're looking for me. Third, you involved people who didn't need to be involved. They,"

He pointed to the floor.
"were such lovely people. Next will be you're boyfriend, who we all know doesn't really like you."

I yanked at the rope, screaming at him. Dad's face grew cold, and suddenly his hand gripped my face. His alcohol breath made me gag.

"You're nothing. You will always be nothing."

His lips curled into a snarl as he pulled away.

"Besides, he won't be coming anytime soon. My associate will be taking care of him."

I pulled at the rope again, praying for anything to happen.

"You better stop. We're going to be here a while."

I watched as he pulled out a knife, the sharp blade reflecting the bathroom light. He held the knife against my arm.

I screamed.