The Cheshire

Him

((The photo abive is an aged up version of Alexa to show the scars as they are difficult to describe))

There were crashes from the garage. The door that connected it and the kitches slammed open and a very drunk man stumbled through. His name was Elon Kate. He was the typical and cliche deadbeat drunk in most stories so not much can be said about him. But what can be said is he is about to become sober very quickly

"Wheres the Booze. I KNOW there was more!"

The man yelled. Slurring his words to the point they were nearly impossible to understand. His wife Rina Kate was cowering behind their kitchens island.
He stormed over to her and grabed her by the throat. Lifting the short woman into the air.
"You will go to the store and buy more you bitch. Like you were supposed to this morning" his grip tightened and she started to turn blue in the face before he dtopped her and she scrambled ou the door. The man then turned to the little six year old girl standing in the kitchen doorway. She was short for for age and had dark red hair and unnatural red eyes. A small healing cut was under her left eye.

This little girls name was Alexa Jones, the man seemed to soften as he stumbled over to her.
"Hey kid. Where's you put my booze, I know you hid it"

His tone changed drastically as he glared at the shaking girl. She clung to the Stuffed animal in her arms. It was a little Blue and black wolf.
When she didnt respond the man slapped her. Causing her to cry out.
"I'll ask again. Wheres. The. Booze. Or ill give you cuts you cant hide like your wrist"
The child began to cry. Insisting she had no idea where they were.
Elin then broke a nearby empty bottle and picked up one of the larger pieces,
"If you dont tell me the truth now I'll carve out your cheeks" he laughed drunken and twisted as tears fell down the childs cheeks.
"Nothing? I guess I'll have to punish you" grabbing the girls wrist he pinned her to a wall as she struggled. Holding her jaw and forcing her mouth open, starting in the corner of her mouth and slicing through the skin in a triangle like shape to the bone. She struggled as not to cry as she knew it would only make things worse. But she couldnt control the tears that rolled down her cheeks into the cuts, it stung but what would you expect. Blood gushes out of the wound, down her throat and onto the floor.
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