Everyday it's the same thing. Morning to afternoon, he acts normal, almost as if he's changing. Once the evening hits, he's back to his homicidal self. I'm sitting up on my bed, scared to death about what might happen to me in a couple years. I'm only 13. This shouldn't have to happen to me. I hear slight footsteps, and the door knob beings to jiggle lightly. I slam myself back down on the bed, and pull the thick blanket over my nose hoping to become invisible. He door slams open and in the dark, I can make out a large figure standing in the doorway, trying to hide a large steak knife behind his back. There is an intense silence. So intense, that I can hear my own heart beating, sounding like an old clock. He comes closer and kneels by my bedside.
"One peep and you'll have it understand?" he snarls in my ear.
I nod quickly and slink down into my bed. At least I try too. He catches me by my feet and forces me back up again. The fight continues and ends when he catches my hair and holds the knife threatening over my forehead just inches away. He quickly slices through my skin, leaving dark, deep gashes. There is a silence, fuzzy balls appear before me, and the only thing I can hear is the blade scraping against my skull. Then the door swung open. Trina screamed for mom who appeared next to her. "
So I can see you've found out about our little secret, huh?"
She grabbed a small dagger from the kitchen and quickly grabbed Trina's neck forcing her to the ground, threatening to stab her in the heart. Trina's screams and whimpers echoed around the house as Dad slowly raises the knife once more and scrapes it down my back. This made me scream louder than ever. That was the last thing I remembered before waking up in a bright room surrounded by nurses and beeping machines. My parents were thrown in jail, and Trina and I we're now and officially adopted. We moved from our small house in Hollywood Florida, to Los Angeles, California. We were adopted by Dave and Holly Vega, and Trina and I changed our name from Victoria and Madison Justice, to Tori and Trina Vega. We transferred schools from Cleveland High to Hollywood Arts. Years passed, graduation passed, and even now, I still remember the horrible past I've had.
