The Baby sitter - Bill Skarsgård

Chapter 4

"Fuck, marry, kill"

"VIOLET!"

I small squeal escapes my lips as I recognise my fathers voice booming from downstairs. I dash to my closet, my usual hiding spot. I open the door and it is revealed that my closet has been bricked over, before I could find another spot to hide, my father appears in the door way of my room. It felt like I was melting from the terror, melting into a pathetic puddle on the floor. My father grasps me by my hair and throws my down on the ground, again and again. Suddenly his fist meets my face and everything went black.

I shot up from my bed, beads of sweat covering my face, it was just a dream. I glance around my room as I begin to make sense of the dark. Suddenly I hear a low beat on the floor boards, it sounds like foot steps. They're coming closer to my room and all logical thought was lost in the dark, my father has found me. My doorknob rattled for a moment before the door swings open eerily slow, revealing a dark figure in the doorway. I hold my breath and squeeze my eyes shut, convinced that this was my abusive father back to 'finish the job.'

The footsteps slowly make their way to the side of my bed, stopping when the figure was standing over me.

"Vi?" A deep voice says, I sharply exhale from relief when I realise it was just Bill.

"Thank god," I quietly mutter under my breathe.

"Thank god what?" Bill says as he motions to my bed for my permission to let him sit on it, and I allow him.

"Oh nothing, why are you awake?"

"You woke me up," Is all he says before his hand carcasses my hair. "You were screaming."

"Oh I just had a bad dream, I'm okay." I say and smile at him, if only he knew how bad of a dream it really was.

"What was it about?" He asks as his hand made its way to face, his thumb lightly touching my bottom lip.

"I don't remember," I blurt out. I'm not good at lying and I realise that this was no different when I feel his hand tilt my head toward his.

"Don't lie to me little girl," he says possessively.

"I don't want to tell you," I snap back. He then moves his hand down to my neck and he lightly tightens his grip but not enough to actually hurt me.

"It was about him, wasn't it?" He says before his hand travels back to my face, this time his thumb tracing my eye bags.

"Yes," I nervously say.

"How could anyone do something like that to someone like you, little one." He says but this time playfully pinching my cheek.

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Treat me like a little girl," I pause. "I haven't seen you treat anyone else the same." I say, referring to Diane and Corrie mainly since id never seen him with another woman other than those two.

"I don't know, you really hate it that much?"

"No I like it-" I blurt out before realising I just said that out loud. I didn't even need to see him to know that his smirk grew wider.