Fight The Demons

Chapter Eight : Hunter

The leaves crushes under the boots of a shadowed figure. A knife in hand, he is walking towards a boy with silver eyes with crunching mouth. Afraid maybe because he sits near the tree trunk turning himself into a ball. Angry maybe? Why I don't know. 

When a feet away from the boy he raises the knife, the boy screams but it is me who is afraid now. Just when the tip of the knife reached the chest of the boy with silver eyes-

I come out the dream in a jerk, the impact so bad that I woke up sitting on the bed. 

Same fucking dream again. 

I blew up air through my mouth, sat on the bed with a deject. Rubbing my eyes, I welcomed the light but the dim bask of light makes me look at the window making me realize it is snowing. 

Great. 

I don't even have sweatshirt with me. 

A sigh makes me look at the right side of the bed. Bare back and sheet covered tap worthy ass greeted me. 

I decide to fuck her from behind as my cock commanded me to. I want to take her by surprise. Waking up while being fucked is best feeling and all. That's what all the chicks say I suppose. 

But as I turned around, a sudden thought struck me. Mom and Mia were supposed to call me when they leave from uncle's place. I was supposed to be home by eight. They wanted go shopping I suddenly recall.  

I took the phone and frowned. Nine in the morning and no calls? They might have slept in. 

Before I continue to get deeper into the bed, some uneasiness spread around me. It was a leach not giving up the hold on me. 

Best if I go home, I thought. 

I looked back at Daisy. I texted her:

Me : Last night was fun. See you.

Without making any noise, I wore my pants and saw myself in the mirror. Scratches on my chest made me stop in front of the mirror.

Daisy sure was wild.

Smirking, I closed the door to heaven with my back to it, flipping the card on the knob which now said, 'Occupied'. 

Let the tired girl take rest.

I reached my house in ten minutes shivering like hell. The first thing I noticed was my mom's car on the drive way. 

That is just weird. She reached but has not blasted my phone with her texts? 

That just didn't happen with my almighty mom.  

The lazy day tag was given to the day when I saw newspaper boy at this time of the day rather than in dawn. 

I waited for him in front of the gate. 

The guy was a young one, maybe of my age. I stretched my hand for him to place it into my palm. He gave me a smirk stretched his hand to hand it to me, before throwing the newspaper into the air, aiming at the main door. 

Asshole. 

I glared at him but he was gone. But the guy got good sense of aim. The newspaper was inside the house. 

I stopped midway stroll.

Why the fuck is the door open. 

I made my way to the door, the first thing I noticed was newspaper which was thrown some minute ago drenched in red color leaving the trail of blood deep into the kitchen.

No, no, no..

Something is terribly wrong down here. Trembling, I crunched to inspect the newspaper, but something caught my eye. 

To my right, lay my mom, my beautiful mom on her stomach, blood dripping to the floor to where I was standing. 

Her last memory of mine will be how I refused to listen to her.

I couldn't stop the cry which left me. Tears were making my eyes blurry.

My heart stopped beating, I felt numb. I stood there for a minute. 

Mia? Where is she?

I crossed fingers on my heart and screamed, "Mia!"

No one answered me back. Only echo..I couldn't understand the mess and it became hard for me to come out of it. 

Dad?

I wished with all my heart that dad is not home, prayed that he should have left early to catch burglars or has gone for some important meeting he normally goes to.

"Dad", I called.

No answer.

I didn't even go an inch closer to my mom for I knew she wasn't breathing.

How?  Don't ask. 

Not going towards the kitchen, I moved a little towards the rooms. There was nothing elsewhere. 

All of the house was empty. 

With dread I knew only one place is left to check now. For that I needed to pass my mom. 

I couldn't do that. But I had to. Shutting eyes, I reopened them.

I can do this. 

With small steps, taking care not to glance at my mom, praying I moved to the entrance of the room.

"Oh no", I whispered. 

I backed stumbling on my mom but I couldn't even look anything else than my dad.

My lifeless dad.

No son should ever go through this. 

I felt like dying, I run back to the entrance of the house.

My sister. 

Oh God.

Where is my sister. Someone has my sister,  my parents are dead. What am I supposed to do. 

With tears down my cheeks, I dial 911.

"911, what is your emergency?"