I didn't lose my front teeth until I was eight. Wait, that was pretty random. Never mind that then. When I was eight, he came back again. We knew secretly that he would come back someday, but this time, it was so unexpected. It was the summer before third grade started, and Ryan and I were outside. Mom was inside the house at the time, we were in the backyard.
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The doorbell rang. I could see through the crack that whoever it was looked like a huge shadowy figure. The person shifted its position and the sun glared off of a shiny object. From where I was I could see it was a pointy object. My stomach churned. 'I don't think that's a good idea,' I thought to myself.
"Ry, can you get the door?" Mom yelled from upstairs.
"Kay, mom," he said. So he went to the door. I gasped.
"Ryan, DON'T!" I croaked. But my voice was too hoarse with fear for him to hear me. Ryan unlocked the door and it whipped open.
"Hello, Ryan." Ryan froze. Then I could see from my hiding place that he was trembling. Hard. "Daddy's home." David pushed my brother down onto the ground and slammed the door behind him. The whole house vibrated because of the impact. We were almost shaking as hard as the house was for that brief second.
We couldn't say anything, we could hardly move. We were frozen with fear. He raised the pointy object, the shiny butcher's knife. My heart sank and I had to swallow the scream in my throat and shut my eyes as tight as I could.
The knife was coming down. David was smiling
"Honey, who was at the door?" The voice of our mother sounded through the house. David stopped. I took this second to do the only thing I could.
"RUN, RYAN!" I screamed louder than I have ever screamed before. Ryan scrambled up from the ground and ran halfway up the stairs, then froze and looked at me. Mom was just coming out of her room and saw Ryan.
"What's wrong, Ry--" she stopped, seeing the look on Ryan's face. His chin was trembling, and his eyes welled up with unshed tears as he looked at me. As this happened, David jerked his head towards the direction of the scream before. His gaze caught mine and he smirked happily. He found me. He began to step towards me slowly.
Mom finally saw him and she gasped. "D-David…s-stop, please…" Her voice was barely audible. I stepped backwards at the same pace that David was stepping forwards.
Suddenly there was a shout from the stairs. "HEY, YOU COWARD, I'M OVER HERE!" It was Ryan. David whipped around and ran towards mom and Ryan. They ran up the stairs, David following them.
"Shar…pay!" Mom yelled while running. I heard doors slamming and being banged on. "Call...police…" Was all I managed to hear. So I ran towards the phone, grabbed it, and ran to the only place I could think of. My fingers barely could push the 9 and the two 1's on the phone. I shut the closet door behind me and turned the lock with a click.
"911. What is your emergency?" the person on the other line said. I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't. I cleared my throat and swallowed.
"H-hurry up 'c-cause my…dad-dy's trying t-to kill us…" I blurted out, my voice cracking. I hung up. I was shaking so hard now that I curled up in the corner of the pitch-black closet, wrapped my arms around myself, and buried my face into my knees. I was scared. The shaking wouldn't stop. The screams and voices wouldn't stop.
"W-why are you doing this to us, daddy?" I whispered to myself. The sound of sirens pulling up was outside. I don't think I was ever happier to hear that they were coming.
.:END OF FLASHBACK:.
It killed me to write this, really! But I had to...
