Scarlett pulled my hand all the way down to the kitchen. It was small, with pale yellow cabinets and an old stove.
. “So, what are we making tonight?” Lydia asks.
“In honor of Analise's arrival, we’re going to make spaghetti!” Scarlett rushed over to the cabinets and began pulling out pots and pans.
“Do you know how to make spaghetti?” Scarlett asked.
“Um, I think so I-” I started.
“Wonderful! So I want you and Lydia to make the sauce, I’m going to boil the noodles. Okay?” I nodded. I opened a cabinet, in search of the sauce.
After opening two or three, I finally found the jar. Lydia had started cutting up tomatoes. After a while, we had finished making the sauce, and it was time to mix the noodles in.
“Okay, so here’s how it’s going to work. Analise, you will hold the pot, and I’ll pour the sauce in. Okay?”
“Uh-huh,” I responded. I grabbed the pot, and tilted in on an angle. Scarlett started to pour the sauce in when-
“Ow! Ouch, that really hurt.” Some of the boiling sauce fell on my arm. “Oh my god, Analise, are you alright?” Lydia exclaimed.
“Y-Yeah, I’m fine, I just need to get this sauce off my arm,” I said.
“Of course! Let me get a towel,” Scarlett said, rushing over to a drawer. She came back with a lime green towel, and wiped the sauce off.
“I’m really sorry, Analise, I need to be more careful,” Scarlett apologized.
“Really, it’s okay, don’t worry about it.”
“You sure? You’re arm is pretty red, we might want to bandage it up.”
“I’ll get a bandage!” Lydia ran up the stairs. She raced back down, panting. We wrapped my arm up, and instantly it felt a lot better. Lydia put the spaghetti into a large bowl, with a ladle in it. If we have access to ladles, do we have access to knives? I thought.
At that moment, we heard the door creak open. In walked Father, his eyebrows knitted together.
. “Welcome ho- what’s wrong, Father?” Scarlett started to pace forward towards the man. He slipped his shoes off and walked inside.
“Oh nothing, it’s just that I tried to bring home Jack, but he eluded me.”
“W-Who’s Jack?” I asked, cocking my head to the side.
“He’s our brother,” explained Scarlett, “We miss him very much. He ran away a few years ago, just a little bit after you did, and we haven’t seen him since. Now, though, Father’s very close to finding him. Isn’t it wonderful?’ The thought of someone else being kidnapped by this man made my stomach churn.
“Y-yeah, that’s great.” An awkward silence fell upon the group. Scarlett cleared her throat. “Well, let’s eat!”
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His Daughter
HorrorJoana is kidnapped by a psychopath who thinks she is his daughter. She is made to go by the name Analise. 2 other girls are there as well. Lydia and Scarlett are her 'sisters' in this twisted game of pretend. But what happens when a brother comes in...
