A scream rang through the air, abruptly choked off by a nasty squelching noise. Penny huddled under her quilt in the closet, pale, shaking fingers tightly clenching the plastic handle of the kitchen knife her father had tucked into her hands when he barricaded her in the closet. Not that her dresser would stop whatever wanted to get to her, but Penny had to give her dad props for the effort. Another scream vibrated through the air, and this time was cut off for good as something heavy hit the wall that Penny's room shared with her parents with a thud. Penny winced, tears silently tracking down her face, because some instinct deep in the animal part of the brain told the little six year old to stay still and silent.
In the room her dad yelled, and then all was quiet as the silence rang in her ears. Penny shook and tightened her death grip on the knife, as her bedroom door slammed open and fast footsteps made their way to the closet across the small room. She sat, huddled and petrified, as the dresser in front of the closet doors was dragged away. Light flooded the closet, and she screeched in fear, but was silenced by her father's blood-coated hand covering her mouth.
"Penny," her father hissed, "Get up, now!"
Not waiting for her to respond, her father grabbed her bicep and yanked her out of the closet and into his arms. She clung to his neck as he raced downstairs and quickly threw her into the backseat of the family's one car, an old, clunky Nissan Pathfinder, and violently slammed the key into the ignition. A limping silhouette appeared in the doorway to the garage and her dad revved the engine and peeled backwards out of the garage, not bothering to check behind him and taking out the trash can, left out by the curb from garbage pickup yesterday.
"Daddy?" Penny's little voice trembled as she spoke. "Daddy, where are we going? Where's Mommy? What was that? Daddy, please answer me!" She cried.
Her dad looked through the rearview mirror at her, his brown eyes welling up with tears at the sight of his little daughter, wide-eyed with a tear-soaked face, little hands still clutching the knife he had given her.
"I don't know, sweetie. I don't know." He lied, eyes turning back to the road in front of him.
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On the Run
FanfictionPenelope, otherwise known as Penny, has been aware of the supernatural side of things since her mother was killed by vampires when she was six. Her dad kept them on the run, but shit happens and Penny has to take care of herself. She meets up with t...
