A Babysitter's Nightmare

Chapter 13

Craig P.O.V

I awoke in my bed next to Andrea. The sheets had been bleached, the blood stains cleansed from the fabric. The wounds on our arms had been treated and wrapped in nylon bandages and new clothing had been put onto us. I looked at the carpet and blood was washed away.

I got up, cringing from the pain of my throbbing neck, walking into the hall. I walked slowly to my brother and sister's room to see that the same had been done. There were no blood stains in the carpet or smeared on the wall. The room smelled of Gain laundry detergent, pine sol and bleach. It was as if it never happened.

I was about to walk out but when I turned around, my dad's presence startled me. He had a knife in hand and slowly came towards me until I was against the wall and he held the knife to the throat. Then, there was a knock at the door.

"There's your mother. Don't tell her shit. If you do I'll do the same thing that I did to Andrea to you. I'll be so deep inside you, Craig, that you won't even be able to walk, got it?" he threatened through gritted teeth. I nodded slowly so I didn't get cut.

He made me go into my room and wake up Andrea then made us walk down stairs, holding the knife to our backs. He forced us to open the door and smile but we didn't smile at all.

Serenity and Mickel rushed through the door and upstairs to their room and my mother came in, closing the door behind her and examining us, figuring that something was wrong. The scars on my neck and face were visible.

"Oh my goodness, Craig what happened to you, how did this happen?" she said, holding my chin up with her index finger, observing the scars.

My dad was still behind us, the knife in my back with so much pressure I was surprised that I hadn't been stabbed already. I closed my eyes, wincing from the pain, shaking out of her grip.

"Ma, don't worry, its nothing." I said reluctantly.

"Nothing! Don't worry? Craig, what has happened to you?!?" she was enraged.

"Mhm. Craig, Andrea. You wouldn't mind taking Serenity and Mickel to the park, would you?" My dad asked, tucking the knife away in his back pocket, hiding it under his shirt as he put his arm around my mom's shoulders.

I immediately rushed up stairs, basically dragging Andrea upstairs with me. I picked up Mickel and she picked up Serenity as we went into my room closing the door.

"Cwaig! My dollies were having a fwashion show!" My sister screamed in annoyance.

"Shh, look daddy is mad again, we have to go get him some help, okay?" I explained in the simplest way possible. She nodded as we raced downstairs, out the door without a word.

"Have fun!" my dad yelled as we slammed the door behind us. We were heading to Andrea's house to call the police.

Michael (Craig's Dad) P.O.V

After they rushed out of the door, Katrina broke away from my grip, running into the living room. She began pacing back and forth.

"What the hell is your problem?" I asked, angry.

"I absolutely cannot believe you, Micheal. You did it again! You said that you wouldn't I should've known. Did you touch that girl?!" she screamed, referring to Andrea.

"Now, baby, you know I wouldn't do that again. Its not like me." I lied, she laughed sarcastically.

"That is exactly what you said last time, Mich. You go around fucking up little girls lives! That's a damn shame, its unacceptable. You're nothing but a small ass boy, that must why I ain't even satisfied at night!" She yelled, insulting me.

I rushed her onto the dark brown leather couch, squeezing her throat. Whipping the knife out of my pocket and held it to her face.

"Bitch, please. I don't give a fuck about your pleasure, feelings or satisfaction. Say something eles slick, cut yo damn tities off. And yes, I fucked the shit out of her last night, but guess what. Craig can get it, too, if any of you niggas would like to play snitch." I threatened as she gasped for air.

Then, the doorbell rang multiple times.

"You're lucky, hoe." I released her neck, throwing the knife under the couch and went to the door. I opened it to see a cop car and two policemen standing at the door.

"Mr.. Micheal Crippen?" the first one asked. His name was Carl and he was white.

"Yes, I am. Is there a problem, officer?" I asked, the second one barge his way in. He was real black and his name was Billy.

"What the hell?" I asked, slightly enraged.

"Look, I'm already black as fuck, I'm always the sun and I work. So that give me all day to ruin your life." he complained, going upstairs.

"You'll have to excuse him, he hasn't had his donuts." Carl said, I followed them upstairs with Katrina.

I held my finger to my mouth, looking at her. She knows what I'll do if she talks.

"So, uh, officer dip shit, why are you barging into my home?" I asked, one eyebrow lifted.

"We got a call of a complainant reporting screaming coming from your home, care to explain what happened?" Carl asked, holding Billy back.

"I have no clue what you're talking about. Those nosey ass neighbors need to mind their damn business, always complaining." I explained. Billy began, strongly sniffing around. "The hell is his problem?" I asked and he looked at Carl smiling.

"Do you smell that, officer Carlton?" he asked.

"Officer Billy, don't be shittin' around today now, get to the point." Carl said, impatiently. Billy went over to Serenity's bed and I got extremely nervous.

"Looks like you missed a spot, Mr. Dip shit." he said, lifting the purple blanket revealing smeared blood on the perimeter of it and on the carpet under the bed. Katrina I took off running outside.

"We've got a runner!" Carl said, running after us as we were getting into the car. I'm about to Fuck. Him. Up.