The Drunkard's Daughter

Matthew

I had just entered my parent's room when I heard Kara's screams. I turned to bolt out the door when it closed. I rushed to open it, yet I found it was locked. I fumbled to turn it, when I heard a click behind me.

"Move or I'll shoot."

A female voice said. I raised my hands, moving them away from the doorknob.

"You have no idea what is going to happen. You have to let me leave."

I pleaded.

"No. Windmere told me everything. You deserve to die. You don't deserve her."

She said, finally making it click. She was the girl from the mall. Except instead of a retail worker, she's an intruder. Maybe she killed my parents.

"Did you kill my parents?"

I asked, praying it wasn't her. Praying that Kara's father was the only one so he could be punished for everything he's done to us.

I could feel her smirk.

"Let's just say I had a hand in it. Now, walk to the right. You'll see a chair and cuffs. I want you to cuff yourself to the chair. Do it now."

She ordered. I moved slowly, not wanting to agitate her. I did as she said, finally seeing her face. She wore a black cloth that covered half her face, leaving her eyes exposed. Her black hair was tied up in a high bun.

"You don't know what's going on. You don't know him like I do-"

"You only know what's been fed to you by her. You don't know anything."

"He hit her! He tried to kill her. Who knows what he's doing now."

I said, exasperated. The girl raised an eyebrow, and holstered the gun. I glanced at it as she reached in her back pocket.

I lunged for the gun with my uncuffed hand. I grabbed it, pulling back and aiming at her.

"Unlock the cuff now."

I ordered, aiming at her chest.

"The safety is on."

She said. I raised my eyebrow.

"We'll see."

And fired.

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She clutched her shoulder.

"Guess the safety was off. Now get me out of these cuffs."

I raised the gun again, this time aiming for her head. The girl reached into her front pocket and pulled out the key. She gave it to me. I held the gun at her while I unlocked the cuffs, glancing back at her just to be sure she didn't lunge.

I got up, and motioned for her to sit. I cuffed her to the chair, and threw the key in the trash on the opposite side of the room.

"Good luck getting that."

I said, tucking the gun in my back pocket. I unlocked the door, shutting it closed. First, I ran downstairs and dialled 911. Then I ran back up, not waiting for the police to arrive. I held the gun firm. I tried the door, locked. I grabbed the key hidden above her door, and turned the lock. I opened the door slowly, complete silence filled the room. I noticed that the bathroom door was open, and rushed inside.

There she was, her hands tied to the shower head, cuts all along her body, blood oozing from them. A gag kept her quiet. Kara's eyes were closed, her head rolled to one side.

"Kara!!"

I said, placing the gun on the side of the tub. I picked her head up, tapping her cheeks.

"Kara, wake up. C'mon you have to."

Her eyes began to flutter, muffled groans coming from her.

I reached for her hands, pulling at the knots. As I was pulling, Kara began to cry out, almost screaming.

"What?"

I asked, and then I felt it. The sharp pain running up through my body from my side. I clutched it, feeling the cold metal of a knife in it. I fell into the bottom of the tub, my hand grabbing onto Kara's ankle.

Standing above me was Kara's father, a cruel smile plastered on his face.

"Hello Matthew."