Dripping Blood

intro

I can't believe I have to move to a hillbilly hoedown such as this, dump! I mean my dad says this job pays good money. for what exactly, shoveling horse droppings and having stacks of hay fall on top of him. He'll be lucky to last 2 days without being killed by a disease, or any sharp and heavy objects. I walked down the stairs dragging my bag behind me, with a miserable look in my eyes. I tried to express my feeling to my dad by being silent yet, hesitant, hoping he would change his mind at the last minuet. But that didn't work. " Dad, I have an idea!" I said with my hand making a lightbulb, implying I had an idea. "Now, what would that be? " My dad asked, as he lifted one eyebrow. " I was thinking I could go... "
" No. " My dad said as he zipped up his gun in left pocket of his bag. " I didn't even get to finish. " I replied. " You didn't need to, you wanted to know if you could stay over Katelyn's house. " My dad smirked. " Am I right ? " I glared at him as I threw my bags, and flopped on the cold tiled floor. " You still could've let me finish. " I mumbled under my breath. I hate it when my dad does that to me, he just wants to go there to see her... That rude, fake bitch. Ring ring the devils calling, may I steal your soul please? God just shoot me now. She always plasters that smile on, just to win my dad over. She's such a gold digger. Ugh.

I stomped up the stair to my mothers old bedroom. " call me when your done! " I yelled with rage carrying through my voice, I gritted my teeth trying to hold back the rest of the anger and agony bottled up inside me.

" Kadienet, come on its time to go! My dad yelled up to my room. The house was empty, his echoes carried through the halls of what used to be called home. I think my dad is just lonely. Ever since my mom passed nothing was the same. I could still here her bowling cries, but what did I do, I hid, like a wimp would do. I could've helped her, if only, if only she was here so I could forgive myself, because of my selfishness. I walked down the stairs, straight to the wide open door, I grasped my hand's on the doors getting ready to close them. I took one more glance, knowing I would never forget the tragedy, the cries, the sorrow that lived in this house and will always haunt me.