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Chapter 16

1st Thursday, 1:30 am

He pushed her to the ground. She winced when her hands met with the dirt. Small stones pushed their way through her skin. Tears stung her eyes. With a small voice she said, "Please, please don't hurt me! I won't tell anyone, I promise. Please," she pleaded.

The man knelt beside her. "I don't believe you little girl."

"I won't tell! I won't! Please!" Her small hands folded together in a plea.

"I know you won't tell. Because if you do, well, let's just say you'll never speak a word again."

Tears streamed from her eyes and she began sobbing. His rough hand grabbed her hair and he yanked her so close she could smell the stench of his breath, "Shut your mouth!" He shoved her back to the ground. "Now here's what you're going to do, when I get sick of you, I'll drop you off a little ways from your house, and you'll sneak in. If you get caught then you make something up, if you so much as think of me, I'll kill your whole damn family!" He paused for effect. "Got it."

She nodded her head.

She climbed through her bedroom window, making sure she didn't make a sound. She tiptoed to the bathroom to wash up. She stretched her arms and turned on the tap. When she thought she looked clean enough she walked to the kitchen to greet her mommy. No one was there. She walked to her daddy's office and sighed in relief. She skipped over to him and shook his shoulder's thinking that he was sleeping. He didn't wake. "Daddy, wake up!" She shook him harder and he fell of the chair, revealing the knife in his chest. She screamed louder than she ever thought she could. She ran out the room in search of mommy. She flung open the door to the master bedroom. A man was holding a knife to her mommy's throat. "Mommy!" She started to run to her but the man pushed the knife harder against her throat.

"Now, we wouldn't want to do anything stupid, would we?" the man said.

"You said you wouldn't hurt them!"

"I lied." He slit her mothers throat, right there in front of her eyes. Blood sprayed onto her clothes.

"MOOOMMMMMYYYYYY!" The man walked towards her and said, "Remember, I can still kill your sister, granny, and grandpa, …and you, if you talk." She saw the handle of the knife move towards her in slow motion .She let out one more scream. Blackness.

Makenzee's eyes flew open. Sweat matted her hair to her forehead. She sat up turned, on the lamp and rubbed her eyes. The door flung open and Bobby rushed to her side. "What happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"You screamed." Bobby knelt in front of her.

"Oh. It was nothing. Nightmares, that's all." Please believe me, please believe me.

He looked at her skeptically. "That's all?" He asked sarcastically. He became somber. Bobby looked down, then back into her eyes. "Look, Mak, this isn't the first time you've screamed in your sleep, it's just the first time you've screamed this loud and woken up."

"Oh." Makenzee said. "How often did I wake you?"

"Doesn't matter. What matters I what these nightmares are about. Makenzee, I need you to trust me, please tell me the truth."

"I don't remember," she lied. "When I wake up, I forget what the nightmare was about."

He shook his lightly. He wrapped her in his arms and she linked her fingers behind his neck. "Go back to sleep," he whispered.

She nodded. He kissed her on her hairline and walked out of the room, softly closing the door behind him.

Bobby lay back on his bed and he stared at the ceiling. What happened to you that you wake up screaming, Mak. He wished he could take her pain away, erase her memories of whatever was scaring her, and hold her for the rest of time.

1st Friday 2 pm

The team was sitting at the table. Bobby was watching every move that Makenzee was making. Right now she was sitting in the living room watching Oprah. Bobby had this tingling feeling that Makenzee was lying about the nightmare. Ever since she woke up this morning she had been acting differently. First sign: she didn't sing in the shower. Sign two: she didn't want her favorite cereal. Sign three: she drank coffee instead of tea and didn't even notice.

In the corner of his eye Bobby saw Tara's eyes widening as she leaned into to computer screen.

"Uh, guys. I think I found a few answers." She checked to see if Makenzee was paying attention over her shoulder. Quietly she said, "I think Makenzee knows more than she's leading on."

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