Momma
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The door slightly opens. I hear footsteps slowly starting to creep to my bed, a warm yet a bit familiar breath on the right side of my neck. I smell cigar, like the one daddy smokes on the porch. Then it hits me, it's him just when I'm about to jump up and give daddy A hug, his hand starts making its way from the top to bottom of my dress." Daddy what are you doing?" I say In a sleepy voice. He then comes next to my ear and says "shhhhh princess daddy's got ya". I tightly close my eyes and feel his cold hands make their way to my panties, was this Normal? Why is daddy acting so weird ? Does momma know ? Should I tell her? As though his reading my mind he comes closer to my ear again and says in a warm shaky breath " no need to tell your momma, if you tell her, this family will break apart and you'll be thrown in a orphanage, you don't want that for yourself right princess" I start weeping to myself "Right princess?" He asks again for reassurance Crying still i say "Yes daddy"
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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