father has two names, now three.
i was three years old when i learned that father's real name was Gabriel. Gabriel was a good guy. he was kind, social, and did what he thought was right. when it came to mother, he would have done anything for her. but when she left, so did Gabriel.
we, me and my siblings, were left with Leo. he was emotionally disconnected, antisocial, and blunt towards everyone. though, when it came to family, there were rare times where he showed he cared. that was Leo. the father i lived with now.
two years ago, i met Michael. he was the monster inside father that lived and fed off his emotions. it was the reason Leo existed. he was manipulative, abusive, and a sadist. i didn't know about Michael two years ago, but now i do. the one thing that makes Michael the most different is his eyes.
Michael has red eyes.
i figured that out the hard way.
continuing from last chapter, i woke up in the middle of the night. i would've fallen asleep if i hadn't noticed that Angel was gone and father was nowhere to be seen. panicked, i sat up. i was scared. i didn't have Angel, i was alone in the darkness, and I could feel eyes burning into my skin.
that's when i saw it.
red eyes. glowing red eyes and a demonic smile plastered on father's face. in his hands, i saw Angel. ripped to pieces. his stuffing fell to the ground around father. it scared me. he scared me.
father approached me. i was frozen. in fear and shock. Angel was dead, i was alone, and father was no longer Leo. he was Michael.
i couldn't run. i couldn't fight. i tried anyway. yet, i failed. i was pinned to the bed by a monster, a demon even. i tried to scream, but he shut me up quick with his hand. i was trapped and i hated it. all i could was kick, cry, and beg.
it hurt when he bit me.
it was weird and i didn't like it. i could feel his tongue tracing the bite mark and soaking up my blood. it made me feel so weak. i couldn't do anything to stop him. i stopped kicking a long time ago. i couldn't control my tears though. they kept falling.
When he bit me for the third time, i was saved. Desmond had opened the door. Michael was too busy to notice, so Desmond grabbed a nearby item and knocked him out with it.
"I'm so sorry, Ellie! I should've listened to my gut and stayed home! Are you okay? What happened?"
i was eight when that happened.
