"I guess I should start with when I lost my parents." I said. "I was twelve and the next day was birthday."
**FLASHBACK**
"Mommy! Can I have a piece?" I asked bouncing up and down in my chair. On the table was a 3 layer cake, made by my mom to celebrate my birthday.
"No! This cake is for your birthday, which is tomorrow! Ask at midnight." My mother said jokingly.
"Awww, but I'd be asleep by then!" I whined. I left the kitchen unsatisfied and displeased. In the living room my father was sitting on the couch watching Godzilla. It was his favorite movie, frankly I found it hard to see the appeal. But I curled up next to him and watched it anyway. And the day wore on and I must've fallen asleep because when I heard a loud crash from downstairs I was tucked in my bed. I hopped out of bed, curiously wandering downstairs.
"Mommy? Daddy?" I called out in a hushed voice.
"Stay upstairs! Don't come down here!" My father yelled out to me. I heard another crash. At that moment I wanted more than anything to just be asleep. I wish I had listened. If I had then they would still be alive.
So, I crept down the stairs and I saw my parents fighting another man. There was something about him that seemed...supernatural... My parents went flying at a flick of his wrist. I was scared. I tried to retreat back upstairs, but I wasn't so lucky. The man grabbed me from behind, leaving me helpless in his iron grasp.
"Daddy!" I cried out. At that moment I was crying uncontrollably.
My Dad appeared with a gun shooting at the man. That didn't seem to do anything, but get him pissed off. He dropped me on the floor like I was a sack of potatoes. My mother ran over to me, making sure I was okay. The next thing heard was a scream.
It was my dad's. The man's hand went through his body. At the time I didn't know, but now I know he was squeezing his heart.
When he let go my father fell to the ground and coughed up blood. My mother grabbed my hand and dragged me away to the basement. In the basement there was always a big pentagram star on the floor. I thought It was decorative, but It wasn't.
My mom placed me in it and ran back upstairs.
"Mommy, don't go! Please!" I yelled. "Don't leave me here! I'm scared!"
"I have to get your father! I have to...I have to try!" She replied.
So she ran back upstairs and barely a second later I heard an agonizing scream. I started crying even harder.
The man made his way down to me. And stepped right outside the pentagram.
"I'll be back." He said. His eyes had briefly changed to black and with that he disappeared. After a few seconds I ran upstairs to my parents. Hoping with every inch of my life that they were alive. They were.
They were on the floor. Bloody, beaten, and didn't have long to live. I frantically looked around for a phone. But I felt a hand on my arm.
My mom.
"Mommy...Don't go...Please." I said through large uncontrollable tears.
She smiled at me weakly.
"I'm sorry...Happy Birthday honey..." She whispered.
Those were the last words she spoke...
After my parents were declared dead, I was taken in for questioning. I figured that they wouldn't believe the truth so I said that I found them there.
My neighbor and best friend, Brandon offered to let me stay. And I graciously accepted it. He was 16, 3 years older than me but we were still really good friends.
His parents were away that weekend so it was just us.
I stayed upstairs in the room I was given. And I would barely eat, sleep, or anything really. Except think. Brandon was worried about me, but I guess he decided I'd confide in him when I was ready.
I had just finished taking a shower and I was planning on changing in my room so Brandon could use the bathroom. But standing outside, waiting for me was Brandon. I will admit I wasn't some flat, curveless girl. I could pass for 15 I was wearing a C cup at 13 years and I had inherited wide hips from my mother. I was wrapped in a towel and very surprised.
Brandon kept staring at me and blocking my path to try and leave. His eyes briefly changed to pitch black. Just like that man...I was about to scream when he covered my mouth and dragged me to the bedroom. I was kicking and thrashing, desperately trying to get away. He gagged my mouth with a piece of cloth and tied my hands together.
It started as just rough foreplay, but it intensified quickly. I'm not going to get into details, but he raped me that night. When he was done with me, he tried to kill me. But I wouldn't let him, as scared as I was I reached under his pillow and grabbed the gun and shot him.
A black smoke exited Brandon's mouth and he seemed to be back to normal.
He was bleeding pretty badly.
"Alice! Help me! What are you doing help me?!" He pleaded. I was too scared to move. I wasn't sure if it was him or that...thing. I stood frozen. He reached out to me and I crawled backwards away from him. After short while he died. And the remorse set in. I was arrested that day. But I was set free, since I was a minor, and it was self defense.
That's when I met Dean's Father. He offered to take me in. For that, I am grateful.
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IM DONE WITH THIS CHAPTER! I WAS EXCITED TO WRITE IT! I KEPT CRYING WHILE WRITING THIS!
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