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By the time I turned ten, my dad and I had moved to a quiet town called Cloverville.

It was the start of a new chapter....a rather gruesome one..

"Please....somebody help me..." a young woman sobbed as she squirmed in the chair that she was tied to.

Her face was battered and bruised up from my father beating her mainly because she wouldnt stop screaming when she got in the house.

"Nobody is gonna help you. So shut your mouth." My father told her as he swung a bat over his shoulder.

The woman began to cry even more as she watched my father swing the bat around while smirking at her.

I watched from the stairway, making sure not to be seen.

"Please...let me go!" The woman cried out once my father started approaching her. "I-I won't tell anybody..."

My father chuckled as he ran his thumb across the woman's jawline. He then brushed a strand of her blond hair from her face.

"I know you wont." He said in a low but dark tone.

He backed away and lifted her chin up with the tip of the bat.

"No please....NO!!"

He lifted the bat in the air and swung down on her head as hard as he could. Blood splattered on him as he kept bashed her head with the bat.

I held my mouth to keep myself from yelling out. I felt soo sick to my stomach.

I hurried up and ran up the stairs with tears welling in my eyes....

***

The next morning, after I took a hot shower and brushed my teeth, i went into the kitchen and began to make me a BLT sandwich.

I barely got any sleep last night but that was nothing new.

After I finished making my sandwich, I went into the pantry and grabbed the cat food.

"Simba! Time to eat."

I poured the cat food in his bowl and sat it down on the floor. My cat meowed as he came out of hiding. He brushed himself on my leg before walking over to the bowl to eat.

"Time to see if I made the news, Simba." I said to the cat as I walked into the living room.

I grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned the tv on, immediately switching to the news.

As I walked back in the kitchen to grab my sandwich, I overheard the news lady talking about the murder of Keagan:

"Twenty three year old, Keagan Myers, was found dead in her bathtub last night by a close friend of hers. Police says Keagan's death COULD be accidental but they are still doing investigations....we will have more information about Keagan's murder later on.."

"I'm sure you will..." I rolled my eyes and took a bite out my sandwich while scrolling through Facebook.

Today is a new day and I need to do something fun for a change to get my mind off of last night.

As I stood in the kitchen thinking, I began to hear music blasting from the apartment above me. I groaned and slammed my phone down on the counter, making the cat dart off.

There's this young guy, by the name of Vince, who lives above me and he loves to blast his music late at nights. It's very annoying.

"Fucking asshole.." I muttered under my breath as I walked out my apartment to head up to his.