1. Not even or regular in pattern or movement; unpredictable.

"This...." I started, trying to find the right word. " All of this is Erratic."


3. T W O



"Hey, Daddy?" I spoke looking at my tattered sandals.

"Hm?" He mumbled, his eyes locked on the computer screen in front of him.

"Why were you on T.V today?" I said looking up to meet his gaze, now on me. He never answered my question, though. He stood up and turned on his heel, swiftly making his way out of the room and into the hallway. The sequins on my teal dress suddenly becoming increasingly interesting.

"Alec?" He started, sounding fairly raged. "Why the hell was I Broadcasted today?" A brief pause followed. "Yes, I know!" A sigh. "Talk to the others, if this happens again we may be exposed."

Shortly after he walked in flipping closed his phone, rubbing the glaze of sweat now coating his skin away.

My small feet touched the ground, slightly scraping it as I left the room, off to see the small pond outside the window.




   I woke to the sound of thunder raging outside the window to my left. The noise would have comforted me, but the fact I was not in my bed let alone my room brought me sudden panic. The faint sound of cheers was heard from the door, following my first reaction, I silently tiptoed over to it. The door handle was round in shape, a silver overlying it. Reaching forward, I grasped the smooth metal in my hand and turned it.Part of me really hoped the door would be locked, shielding me from the other side of possibilities, but I knew I needed to get out. The soft click made me take a shaky breath as I opened it, revealing yet another door straight ahead of me. I looked up and down the hallway to see no one, to hear no one. As much as I was relieved, I was still on edge. The faint sound of steps was coming straight to me, not that I knew which way they were coming from.As quietly as I could, I closed the door behind me, tiptoeing to the middle of the fairly large hallway.


"-Mhm I know, I'm just checking her now." A raspy voice said, this time very obviously just down the hallway.


My eyes widened as I looked left and right, trying to find which see he was coming from.


'Lazy dick." I heard a murmur. Green eyes met mine as he looked up, mine wide with shock, and his with anger.


"Why the fuck are you up?" he growled.


"I-I Uh, I was just heading to the bathroom." I stutter out, trying my hardest to sound convincing


"Don't lie to me." Unsaid threats dripping off his words.


"Why shouldn't I?" I step forward with newly found confidence.


"Don't test my patience." His eyes seemingly darken.


"I'm going home," I say sternly and push past him only to get yanked back by my elbow.


"You're not leaving."


"Try me," I say turning around once again. Violently, I'm pulled by my hair to the hardwood floors.


"Let's try that again, shall we?" He starts, "You. Are. Not. Leaving." Tilting his head to the side as if he were a dog. 


"I- I'm leaving." I was not giving up.


His heeled boots made contact with my stomach once, then twice.


"How many times do I have to tell you?" He yelled. My arm was yanked up, pulling me to him.


"You're not leaving, you bitch!" My head was slammed against the navy wall, making the world seemingly slow. 


Footsteps echoing around the room was the last thing I heard before I fell into a darkness.



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