40 Days

Chapter 2

Gavin
The breeze takes my breath away. I pull my hood closer to my face as I continue down the path to my home. I can see the little light up ahead, it isn't much but it keeps me safe when nothing else can.

I walk up sliding open the door. I take a deep breath and all my worries fade. The warmth of the little shed envelopes my body instantly making my eyes weigh a ton. I need sleep. I don't know when the last time I slept was. The weeks leading up to today were filled with dread, for the last 6 years my birthday wasn't actually my birthday. It's just the day my father killed my mother.

I sat there on the ground holding my mother to my chest as she laid limp. How could he do this? My own father. I heard the click of the front door and a grumble meaning my father was back from wherever he went. I felt my heart race as his footsteps approached the bedroom.

"HOW COULD YOU?" Anger took over my body when I saw a smirk wash over his face. "SHE WAS YOUR WIFE SHE LOVED YOU WITH EVERY OUNCE OF HER HEART. YOU ARE A WORTHLESS, NO GOOD PEICE OF SCUM" hot tears rolled down my cheeks. I had to get out of here, but first I had something to take care of.

I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket and dialed 911. 'Hello, 911 what's your emergency?' The women asked in a monotone voice.

'There has been a murder at 456 Central Lane. The victim is Laurie Bishop and' I paused, it felt like something was stuck in my throat 'my father Marty Bishop is the murderer'.

'Okay son, an officer is on the way please' I didn't hear anything else because before I knew it my father was coming at me and I let out a screech like a banshee. A hard blow hit my face and I stumbled back. I could feel something warm running down my face. I wiped at my face only to realize that I was bleeding again.

I had to get out of here. I stood up bolting for the door only to be thrown to the ground with a tug at my wrist. 'You really think you can turn me in without getting punished' he hissed at me. I stared blankly back I was too numb to move. I felt multiple impacts to my ribs as I stayed curled up onto the floor.

I removed my hands from my head because the pain in my ribs had eased, only to blackout from a hard blow to the face. I jolted up breathing heavy, I could feel the sweat dripping down my entire body. I hate nightmares. I sat thinking about my life as tears burned down my cheeks.

"40 days" I repeated to myself, setting my face in my hands. "Only 40 more days", when I wake up it will be 39. I sighed realizing my thoughts consumed too much of my life. Sometimes I wish it could be different. Everything happens for a reason right?

Sleep is what I need, I slowly lowered myself back down onto the nice warm bed cozying up with the blankets around me. "Shit" I had been so caught up in my nightmare I hadn't realized. "Where the hell am I?" I practically yelled.

My eyes frantically shot around the room, there was a little night light in the corner that revealed the navy blue walls. This is definitely not where I am supposed to be.

I practically ran out of the bed but I didn't make it far because I face planted after my first step. There is something on the ground, I groaned as I rubbed my head. Seriously where the hell am I?

Once the throbbing in my head stopped I slowly rose to my feet feeling the wall for a light switch. Once I found it I hesitantly flipped it up. I looked around the room taking in every detail from the black canopy bed to the white drapes hanging over the beautiful balcony window.

I heard a slight noise come from the ground "Turn that off." My eyes darted to the floor where I had previously fallen. To reveal honey eyes.

How did I get here? Which I must have said out loud because all he said was "Shut up and go back to sleep, I will explain it to you in the morning." I watched him carefully making sure he was sincere. "Please, the light is hurting my eyes" I flicked the light off trying to find my way back to the bed. I thought I made it back safely but as I reached for the bed my tripped, all my momentum pulling me to the floor. "Ouch" he grumbled.

"Sorry, it's really dark in here" I sighed.

"Get off me", he practically pushed me off. I felt my face heat up I quickly got up and stumbled into the bed. It has been so long since I felt the warmth of the bed: the warmth of a house. I missed it but I knew I couldn't get used to this.

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