The Boy Next Door
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Last published Tue, Aug 30, 2022
"Travis, leave me alone. You reek like alcohol."
Honestly Rinnifer, why are you doing this?
You know what he'll do.
You're dead already.
Officially dead.
Travis looked at me with a fire in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. I didn't dare break eye contact with him no matter how scared I was, which was a lot. He took a step closer to me as if we weren't close enough as it was, and pushed me back against the wall, leaving me with no way to escape him this time.
"Do not talk back to me, you disgrace." His voice was low and icy cold, sending chills up my spine. No matter how determined I was to not show him I was scared, I was shaking slightly. Travis grabs my chin roughly and forced me to look into his eyes. His cold green eyes turned shades darker and he sneered at me. I flinched back slightly in fear and tried to look away. His grip only tightened and he raised his hand as if he was going to hit me again.
"I am your father! How dare you disrespect me!" He yelled with pure hatred evident in his voice. Not shocking to me, but if it was to anyone else, they'd shake it off as him just being annoyed.
"You are not, and never will be, my father, you psychopath." And then it happened. I felt a searing pain in my cheek and my head snapped to the side. I raised my hand and placed it on my cheek, squeezing my eyes shut to prevent the tears from falling down my face. I didn't dare open my eyes and look back at him because I knew what was going to happen, I just didn't know when he'd make his next move. Seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours, but still nothing happened. Slowly, I opened one eye and then the other, and turned my head back to where he should be. What I saw didn't just shock me, but I silently thanked God for it. Travis' back was to me as he walked away from where I was, which never seemed to be a good sign before now.
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