Finding home

Chapter 4

"Dude. That guy is fucking sick!" Brad says.

"All he do whole day is sign paper, pretend to be cool and fuck his assistant when no one is watching. He ain't done nothing for us and he talks about is education" Brad continues.

"Pfft. Who would wanna fuck him? He has a small dick" I chuckled.

"Damn right. She only wants his money" He laughs.

I laughed and took a sip of my beer.

"How is your dad taking this?" he asked.

"My dad? I don't know. Pretty hard. I saw him stressing himself out for this bullshit. Feel kinda guilty though, maybe I should have just told him what really happened instead of what I said" I sighed and drank my beer.

"Hey, everyone makes mistakes sometimes" he placed his hand on my shoulder.

I looked at Brad, his emerald green eyes were gentle as well as his facial expression. His hair nearly combed sideways and his signature black ear rings that adds to his handsome face.

He wore his nirvana shirt, the large yellow face covering most of his chest and stomach, flannel wrapped around his slim waist and his ripped black skinny jeans. He always gave off a bad boy look and it definitely suits him.

We have been friends since 5 years and now it makes it 11 years of dealing with each others bullshit.

"Yeah. I know" I drank all the contents of my beer and stood up.

"I better head home before my father thinks I'm making a mini Ellie" I said.

"A mini Ellie. It's enough that you exist" he chuckles.

"Fuck you too" I laughed and made my way home.

As I got closer to home, I started to feel uneasy but I brush it off. Once I entered the house, I was expecting my father to be passed at how long I was gone but instead, the house was quiet.

"Dad?" I called out.

"Dad? Come on, this is not funny!" I called out, expecting a answer but nothing.

When I took a step forward, I felt and heard a crunch from beneath my foot.

"What the fuck did I step on?" I whispered to myself.

I took my phone out and put my flashlight on then point it to where the crunchy noise came from and it was a bloody finger on the ground.

All the blood drained from my body and I switched the light on, just to find more but it's all dead bodies. Blood smeared on the wall, empty guns and magazines scattered on the ground, bullet holes in the walls.

How did no one hear this? Where is my dad? Dad? Oh no. Why were they here? What did my dad do? Is my dad some sort of serial killer and he killed all these men? Or did he kidnap me from some other woman and that's why he can't answer my questions and that's why he is also so secretive.

"Dad?!" I called out but nothing.

I immediately ran up the stairs and searched for him but nothing. He is gone and I don't where to find him.