HORRORS OF MY DAD.

CHAPTER 1

Life has not always been the way it was now, in fact life was not always great but It was liveable.

Amanda Henson thought.

I was ten when my Dad left; I was also ten when my Mum left.

It was bright and early the morning it all began. The birds were up in the sky and there were flowers blooming. I got off my bed and went to the window to look at the amazing site in front of my eyes; I remembered thinking that I could stay there by my little window forever. I also remembered thinking, wishing that everything stayed as it was in that moment, wishing everything was as peaceful as it was then.

I wished to soon.

The first thing I heard were shrieks and bangs, they ruined the ones peaceful morning. The sounds was coming from my parents' room. I ran out of my room and went to their door.

"Mum, Mum, what is going on. Open the door, Mummy, please open the door!" I shouted at the closed door, I kicked at it, I banged my little fits against it. I tried everything I could to open the door, just when I started to give up the door opened and income my Dad's fit.

"Get out of here, fucking little whore, don't you ever bang on my door again!" he shouted at me, he glared at me and slammed the door against my face.

" Don't you ever touch her again, she is not your child!" my mum's muffled shriek said " Because you can't in-pregnant a woman, cause you don't have a child of your own, does not mean you have to kill the little joy I did get from a man that is able to give me what I want !"

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You see my Dad is not really my dad, he is my step dad. He is the second husband to my mum after my real father died in a car crash. I never really liked him because he always beat up my mum and me, he is always drunk and always spends the little money we have to buy drinks and get girls.

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I heard a band and a shriek.

"You bitch, How dare you!" my dad shouted. Holding my left eye, I looked through the peep hole on the door and saw my Dad pushing my mum on the bed and started to hit her.

"Kill me, kill me!" my Mum started to push against him. "Kill me, so you could go and marry that bitch!" My mum was still fighting against him; she was pushing against him, trying to break free of his grip on her.

My Dad went mad and started to hit her even harder. He punched her on the stomach and on the head until my mum stopped moving.

"Ah, mummy, mummy!" pushing against the door with all my might, I managed to get it open. I ran through the room aiming for the bed. I didn't care whether my Dad got me; I just wanted to get to her, to see her, to see if she was ok.

I ran and dumped on the bed, I froze.

There was blood everywhere, there was a knife in my Mother's chest, her eyes was opened, she was looking at me, there was look of surprised was carved on her face. She was died.

"Ahahahahah, your mother was a bother, you know that. She never got off my case, never wanted me to have the peace I wanted with my lovely little Rebecca, now see what happened. See what you got yourself into Claris, you always wanted to know what everyone is doing behind all those closed doors, you never minded your own business, see what trouble you have put yourself into. It's too bad though, you were a really good fuck. AHAHAHAHAHAH!"

To frozen, unable to move , I didn't hear what my dad said next, I didn't feel my Dad pick me up and throw me out the door but I did see the door slam shut in front of me.

"Mummy?" "MUMMY, MUMMY, I WANT TO SEE MY MUMMY!" standing up I ran against the door, I banged and kicked against it.

"Let me in, let me in, I want to see my mommy!" I screamed against the door but he didn't open, so I did what my mum always told me to do when my dad beats her. I ran down the stairs and grabbed the phone. I rushed into the toilet, sat down on the toilet sit and dialled 999.

"Hello, accident and emergency. How may we help you." the woman on the other end of the phone spoke.

"Em, h-hello, can you p-please put me through to the police station. Please." I felt scared and nervous.

"Okay, please hang on till I put you through."

I heard a click and some typing and then

"Hello, Northampton police, how may I help you." the voice was male, deep and bored

I froze , I didn't know what to say, I couldn't think, couldn't remember why I called until the picture of my mum's lifeless form appeared in my mind. I knew that until Dad wasn't here until Dad was dead I will never be able to survive the hardship that he and Rebecca will enforce on me, so I decide to save myself.

"H-hello sir, my name is Amanda Henson. I am ten years old, I would like to report a murder." I listened to myself, I sounded calm but I knew that deep down I wasn't calm, I was hysterical and on the last thread of sanity.

There was silence on the other side of the phone. I didn't know whether he was still on.

"Hello?" "Are you still there?" concern was on my voice, I didn't understand why he wasn't speaking or doing anything.

"Yes, am here. Sorry, did you say you are calling to report a murder?" he sounded calm, too calm. It made me think that he didn't believe me.

"Yes sir, I am calling to report the murder of my Mother by My father this morning. This is what happened sir . . ."

I explained everything, I explained everything that happened, from the lovely view that I woke up to see and to the crash back into my house, to the noise, to the bangs and shrieks. I told him how my Dad hit me and my Mum told him how he was sleeping around with other people and then I told him what I saw through the peep hole, I told him I thought I saw my Dad hit my Mum then I told him that I saw my Mum stop moving. I told him how I pushed my way through the door and on the bed, I told him how I felt myself freeze, how I was unable to move when I saw my mum's lifeless form, when I saw the knife that burrowed in her heart.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" anger was in his voice, there was also surprise and concern.

"No swearing, mummy says that you should not swear!" I snapped

"Sorry, where are you right now." I heard how his voice turned unemotional.

"I am at home, in the toilet."

"Is the door locked?"

"Yes sir, the door is . . ."

I heard the footstep on the stairs, the voice that called out to me.

"Amanda, Amanda?" "Where are you girl, Amanda?" the voice that called my name was cold, the voice sounded sick and pleasant, it sounded insane.

"Please, hurry. Dad is coming, he is calling my name, and he is going to get me." I whispered quickly to the phone.

"Amanda, are you in there?" the voice was now at the other side of the door.

"Amanda, open the door." he was calm, he sounded mad.

"Open the door, Manda." "AMANDA OPEN THE DOOR!" he yelled. I saw the door shake under his weight.

"M-My address is number 44 Lake Avenue, my post code is NN8 JZN!"

I screamed when the door slammed down, just I few feet from my leg.

"What do you think you are doing, Amanda?" My Dad stood in front of me with a hammer in his hands. There were blood stains on his t-shirt. There was blood on his hands and a splash of blood on his cheek. He had a sickening smile on his face.

"Now little girl, what do you think you are doing with that phone?" his eyes were narrowed on my face.

"N-N-Nothing Dad, I-I wasn't doing anything with the phone." I was shaking, shaking from my head to my toes. I was shaking so hard I thought I was going to turn into jelly.

"WHAT AND WHO ARE YOU CALLING!" the anger in this voice could shake a mountain, his eyes looked so fierce, so angry, and so mad, I wouldn't have recognised him at all. I was so scared; I didn't know what to do.

His eyes never left my face and mine never left his. When he moved towards me I moved back. I knew what he was trying to do, I knew why that hammer was still in his hand, I knew what was going to happen if he grabbed me, what I didn't know was how to distract him.

"You know, Amanda, you look and act so much like your mother." As he spoke he took one step closer to me

"Your mother always wanted to know everything, always wanted to see everything. It is too bad that she couldn't see the danger, too bad she couldn't hear the whispers." at the last comment he grabbed me and hauled me out the toilet door.

Taking a firm grip on my arm he led me to the cellar. The cellar, I always hated the cellar, it was really dark and filled with shadows, and every time you turn your back against the shadows you start to get the feeling of being watched. You can never get a peace of mind in that dark place, it is filled with cobwebs and spiders sometimes I think that there are something more than spiders and cobwebs, the shadows in the cellar has an unreal fill in them, like you are being watched by witches, ogres and lots more.

"Down and down the cellar we go." he sang. "Come on Amanda, if I can remember you said you wanted to see your mum. Well come on then, lets go see MUMMY!" I didn't understand what he was talking about, didn't understand what he meant by 'lets go see MUMMY!' I felt myself wondering what he meant.

I didn't have to wonder for long.