My house is completely silent, save for the sound of his footsteps steadily climbing up to the stairs to the bedroom floor. The thumping stops abruptly, he's reached the top of the stairs. Seconds of silence pass, as he decides my fate for the night. I clench my eyes tight and silently play to every higher deity I can think of, that he'll take 10 steps into his room, rather than the fatal 4 into mine.

One.

Please.

Two.

Just.

Three.

Continue.

Four.

Walking.

Five.

Please.

Six.

I'm safe. Tonight isn't going to be one of those nights…but then, why did he stop at six? And why do I hear my door handle slowly turning?

I sink further into my covers, keep my eyes shut and try to steady my breathing. Maybe if he thinks I'm asleep, he'll leave. That's worked a few times. I feel a cold, calloused hand running across my forehead, and his alcohol-filled breath puffs against my cheek. No luck tonight, I guess.

"Hello Jadelyn."

Suck it up, it's just another night. You've been through this before. You're Jadelyn August West, for fuck's sake. You can do this.

"Hello father."


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