Escape His World (H.S 1D)

Chapter 3: Daddy Dearest

Angela's POV
So I finally decided
to look through the box of novels that was left in my dad's attic. I tugged it out from under my bed, straining my spindly arms. As I finally dragged it out all the way from under the bed, my eye immediately caught on a brown, thick book with a leather cover. I pulled it out from the bottom of the box. There was gold leaf on the front patterned into elegant vines serving as the border of the book. I traced the swirly vines with my finger. I opened the book and realized that there was a page bookmarked, the yellowing pages felt so delicate, that they could disintegrate an any moment. I didn't quite understand this. My father was only 50, this book could not be that old. My thoughts were confirmed when I realized that this was in fact, my dads diary. I had seen him write in it a few times with his favorite blue inked pen given to him by his boss. I noticed something in the top corner of the page. My eyes widened and I screamed so loudly, the devil himself could've heard me.

Louis' POV
I shook my hair out as I hopped out of the shower. My eyes went wide as I looked at myself in the mirror. I went unconscious before I could hear myself scream.

Angela's POV
On the last page of the diary, dated the day after my dad died, in his very handwriting, the page read "they will pay for what they did to my family. This is for you, Lisa." I saw black and my vision went fuzzy. My mom's name was Elloisse, but my dad always called her Lisa. My brain clouded with questions and confusion. Who is "they"? What happened? Why does my dad want them to pay? Before I could do something stupid, I slid the diary back to the bottom of the box and stuck the box in my closet. My father was never the type to ponder on the past. When I was six, my dad's sister passed, he was upset for about a week, but moved on a mere week later. Now that I recall, this, I find this scary. How could someone with such a kind heart, forget his sister so quickly? The man who raised me could not have written that sentence..... I was sure it was him who had written it. It was written in his distinct handwriting, and I could recognize that thick blue ink anywhere. It was only distributed by my dad's company to high up employees. In my dazed state, I couldn't register Louis' scream.

Louis' POV
He groggily struggled up. Remembering exactly what just happened. He could only have been out for a few minutes because the bathroom was still steamy from his shower. He stood up and saw in the mirror exactly what had frightened him so. On the mirror, there was a gigantic scratch as if a claw scraped across the length of the mirror. Barely visible, Louis saw a simple sentence, "this is for you Lisa" if he recalled, Lisa was in fact, Angela's mother's name. Angela couldn't have done this, she was too nice and innocent even in her worst mood. Thoughts creeped into his head. Maybe it was a ghost.... He shook his head and scolded himself for thinking such stupid things. He mentally decided to consider it one of his friend's pranks, where Lisa was some random name Zayn decided to use. Nothing important. And with that, he took down the mirror and threw it out, mentally noting to tell his mom to buy a new one. This was not the first time something like this happened. He would get them back. Whoever it was. Maybe it was Liam? It was probably zayn though. He shrugged it off and went down for dinner.