I hear footsteps in the hallway, knowing that my dad will probably walk past and hear me vomit. He just went straight into the kitchen pulled something out of the crackling draws and slowered his paste to my room. I heard him calling my name, Kelly Kelly where are you baby. Its your father. With a suspicious prick in my heart I unlocked the door to see not my father, but a tall dark skinned man, with green eyes. He saw me standing in the hallway and in his hand I saw was a knife.
