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I stared up at the ceiling of my bedroom I sighed stood up and grabbed my phone and opened my bedroom door and walked downstairs to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. When I made it to the kitchen I poured myself a glass of water and was about to go back upstairs, till I heard the faint noise of struggling grunts, and screaming coming from the basement I set my cup of water on the counter and made my way over to the basement door, I opened the door and made my way to the basement.
When I got down there I turned my phone's flashlight on and started walking towards the noise, as the screams got louder I started hearing a stabbing noise, I walked closer to the noises and walked towards the light switch. The light quickly illuminated that part of the basement and what I saw made me drop my phone.
My dad was on top of a little girl, and around them were 4 other bodies between the ages of 6-5. My breath quickened, and when I looked closer at the bodies I saw that 2 had their throats slashed, and 2 had been beaten and then stabbed. I looked over at my father and watched as the girl he was on top of was fighting desperately to get him off her. I looked closer at the girl and my heart sank more.
Bernice.
Bernice was one of my friend's younger sisters. She was a sweet girl, always bubbly and happy. Her favorite place was Freddy’s where my dad owned and helped operate along with his best friend Henry. She’d gone missing along with 5 other children today, my dad was ruthless and grabbed little Bernice’s face and slammed her skull hard into the concrete ground of the basement floor. Bernice screamed and passed out. I watched as a pool of blood spilled from where her head had been hit, and then my dad raised the knife and plunged it into her, 6 times. When he was done he looked over at me, and he had this sadistic look in his eyes and a smile. His face was covered in blood. His usually neat gray suit vest was covered in that crimson red. His purple shirt and grey tie were undone and the sleeves were rolled up.
“Michael-” he was abruptly cut off by a scream of terror, the 6th child he hadn’t killed yet.
We both snapped our heads toward the kid and he was crying, his little body was shaking with fear and he was holding onto himself. My father turned his head toward me and said “Go upstairs and head back to sleep.” I looked at him fearfully, “You have school tomorrow.” and that's all he said before he walked toward the kid. I looked at Bernice’s body and ran upstairs. I went to my room closed the door and hid underneath the covers. Shaking as well. I was mortified, I just witnessed my dad murder an innocent little girl. I stuck my thumb in my mouth absentmindedly and I was so caught up in fear and my thoughts that I hadn't realized I was crying.
How do I tell someone about what I saw?
How do I confront my dad about it?
Do I tell the police?
Do I tell the school?
And then a question I wish I could repress came floating in the mix.
How do I tell (Name) that my father killed his sister?
The question hit me like a wave, not because (Name) was my friend. But he was my long-time crush, and surely if I told him he’d tell Jeremy my other crush. Not only that the two were dating so surely they’d find out no matter who I told first.
My main fear wasn't me telling them, but the outcome of it. Would my dad kill me? I was immediately snapped out of those thoughts at the feeling of covers being pulled off of me. I looked up to see my dad he was standing over me, he felt more like a giant than a regular human. But I guess he was never that, to begin with anyways was he? “Da-” is what I tried to get out before I felt the tip of a gun on my forehead. My dad looked at me not a single emotion in his eyes I looked back at him and then he spoke.
“I know that little girl I killed downstairs is your friend’s sister. And I know you're thinking of telling him what you saw, but don't. ‘Cause if you do I'll kill him then you. Got it?” his voice was icy cold.
I nodded frantically and he removed the gun from my head, grabbed the cover and threw it on my bed, and walked out I grabbed the cover and threw it over myself and tried my hardest to go to sleep.
My body never ceased the shaking though.