nyc•to•phil•ia | nik-tō-fil'ē-a
- love of darkness or night;finding relaxation or comfort in darkness.
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"Tell me Celeste," he began as he walked back and forth in front of me.
"Have you ever heard of nyctophilia?"
I slowly...
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Celeste's POV My bloodstained hands struggled to put the key in the keyhole to unlock my front door. What am I gonna do? How could I get myself caught up in this?
I finally managed to get the front door open and closed it after me, trying to make as little sound as possible. I couldn't wake my dad and brother up right now. I don't even know how to explain what happened. Would they even believe me?
Thought after thought raced through my mind as my head started to pound. Am I gonna go to prison? My lips started to quiver at the thought. I don't know if I could cope without dad and Ambrose.
"Celeste! Come in here! You better have a good reason for being out this late young lady."
I cringed as I heard my dads voice shout from the kitchen. Crap. Crap. Crap. Think Celeste, think!
"I-I'm not feeling too good dad, can we talk about this tomorrow?" I shakily said as I started to rush up the stairs.
"Celeste!" My dad shouted once again from the bottom of the stairs as I paused all movement.
"Come down these stairs right now" he stated sternly.
I felt more tears start to run down my face as reality hit me. I couldn't not tell him what happened when he'd find out eventually anyway. I had to come clean.
Slowly, I turned around and saw my pissed of dad with my equally pissed off older brother, Ambrose.
I kept my head down as I made my way to the bottom of the stairs. As I got towards the bottom I heard my dad slightly gasp as he took in my bloodstained appearance.
Reluctantly, I looked up to see the look of horror on my dads face and a shocked expression on my brothers.
"Celeste..." Ambrose whispered slowly, "what happened? Are you hurt?" He exclaimed as his eyes quickly examined me looking for injuries.
I averted my eyes away from Ambrose and slowly shook my head.
My dad then held my shoulders and leaned down so his face was level with mine.
"Celeste...sweetheart, I need you to tell me what happened and who did this. I can fix everything if you just tell me." My dad spoke softly as he looked me in the eyes.
"I-it was me." I finally spoke, my voice just above a whisper. "I k-killed her."
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