June

Chapter One: Where Devils Dance

Chapter One

"Where Devils Dance"

Wherever I go I know he'll be following me. He once said that he'll make sure to follow me even in death "till we're seated properly in hell" and I believed him. I never doubted the length he'll go if I ever thought about leaving. So, I never did really...leave.

People often think about their childhood with a smile plastered on their faces. Their memories might not be all happy ones but when someone's feel nostalgic to these days, the mind will work its magic to provide a happy memory. I can't relate to those people because whenever I think about my childhood, I feel sick, utterly sick, and the memories keep rushing back. Memories about the first dead body I have seen in our living room, the tortured screams that haunt me with every waking moment, and the things I've done to please him. Sometimes I feel like my existence is a punishment for myself and those who are unfortunate enough to cross passes with my father.

He enjoys his evil acts like a devil who's always dancing on the rhymes that he composes all by himself. The feeling of euphoria that I see in his eyes whenever one of his victims fight for her life, the frantic moves of her arms and legs to push him, the awful screams they let out in hope of finding a saviour, the desperate pleas to spare their lives, the tears and silent cries knowing what's going to happen, and the crawling...his favorite part that he always anticipates. When he makes them believe that he might let them end this nightmare, so they crawl on the ground trying to reach the door that no one ever made one step past it except for him and I. He sets in his leather chair enjoying the view of watching innocent girls crawling on the ground and only looking up at the door, their gate to safe heaven, an illusion of him granting these girls a final chance to be saved only to grab them back by their ankles to their little cages. Once they enter our house, you might as well consider them dead.

When I was three years old, I didn't understand why I see a different woman every now and then but never watching them leave our house. I don't remember my mother and he never mentioned anything about the woman who gave birth to me. On the rainy days, I curse my unknown mother for leaving me with this monster then I wonder if she's one of these women who never left this house. My twisted mind hopes that she abandoned me by choice and wasn't one of the nameless girls.

The banging on my door brings me back to where I am. Alone in a dark small room where the only thread of light is seeping through my window in the roof. I stay still looking at the raindrops hitting my window, but the banging doesn't stop. I'm not in the mood for his games but I don't have a choice, so I get up to open the door. I don't have a lock on it. He could have open it if he wanted, but he thrives on being showed submission.

"I started to wonder if you were dead in there. Glad you aren't, darling" he's the only one who's glad for that. He steps into my room but keeps the door wide open, "Sit" a command not a request like usual. He stands by my desk lightly rearranging my books, "Well, I know that you're wondering why I'm bothering you at this hour but I have a good reason" then he turns to face me with a small smile on his face and his eyes look caring. Could have fooled me.

"Tomorrow is your seventeenth birthday and I've decided to allow you to do the one thing you've always wished for..." my heart started beating fast and he noticed the shaking of my hands.

"You're going to get a part-time job" he claps his hands as if he's filled with joy to grant me my wish, but I know better. Something doesn't feel right...

"And because I don't want to burden you with a job hunt, I found the perfect part-time job for you" he starts to drum his fingers on my desk absentmindedly.

"You'll be working for a retired investigator who lives just a couple of blocks away. You'll be cleaning his house every weekend from now on and I expect you to be there exactly at twelve in the afternoon" This is the first time he mentions this retired investigator.

"This man and I are very well acquainted, and I offered to find him someone to clean up his house regularly so don't disappoint me" his eyes became darker as he said, "You don't want to disappoint me." With that he got out of the room without closing the door.

Something doesn't feel right.

To Be Continued...