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Chapter 2

Chapter Two

When the young boy entered his bedroom the first thing he noticed was the sound of water dripping from the shower head. The young boy looked into the bathroom. His father was standing in front of the mirror shaving. The boy gulped. His father always wore a suit, and now he was taking a shower. The boy quickly turned away and closed the door. The shower continued. The young boy sighed. He opened the bags he carried into his room and pulled out some clean underwear, socks, and a new shirt from each bag. He changed quickly. Then he checked his bag and found some more stuff: shampoo, soap, and toothbrush. He smiled. He could use those things. But first things first: he needed to wash the blood off of the carpet. The boy opened the bathroom door and poked his head in the direction of his parents bedroom. He walked over to the bathroom and turned the tap. The shower stopped abruptly, almost immediately followed by a yell.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!?!?!" the voice bellowed.

"Sorry, Papa." said the boy.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU COME TO GET THE CLEAN UP AND HELP ME WITH MY DETAILING?!?!" shouted the man.

"Sorry." replied the young boy. "I didn't realise I was still here when I left."

"YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER!" yelled his father. "WE DON'T GO LOCKED IN OUR ROOMS LIKE WE DON'T KNOW YOU STAY THERE. WE KNOW WHAT YOU'RE UP TO AT NIGHT WHILE WE'RE WORKING, BUT WE CAN'T STOP YOU IF YOU REALLY NEED SOMETHING!!"

"I won't do it again Papa." said the young boy. He backed up, turning and leaving the bathroom.

"GO! BACK TO YOUR ROOM!" yelled the man.

The young boy ran to his room. Once he got there he locked the door and fell onto his bed. He sat up straight, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. This was going to be hard. He couldn't let his father know that he had seen him. The boy got dressed in silence and headed downstairs to start cooking dinner. While he waited for the food to cook he sat at the small dining table and listened to music on his phone. He didn't hear anything else happening, so he went to check on his parents again, just to make sure they weren't doing anything crazy. They seemed fine. He sat back down and started eating. As soon as the food was done he washed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. He wiped his hands on his pants and went upstairs to brush his teeth before heading to bed.

After brushing his teeth he lay in bed staring up at the ceiling, his thoughts swirling around inside his head.

I'm scared of what I saw today.

Why can't I control myself better?

How can my father kill people without getting caught?

Where am I going to sleep tonight?

Is Papa okay?

Who knows if he's alive or dead...?

The young boy didn't get much sleep that night, and he woke up exhausted the next morning. He decided to take a quick shower before he went to school. He grabbed his clothes from his dresser, and hurried to the shower, eager to get started for the day. The young boy looked down at himself. It was strange wearing a suit on a Saturday. He'd have to ask Mamma later whether it was okay for him to wear these clothes. He finished washing and got out of the shower. After drying himself, he put his clothes on and headed downstairs to the breakfast bar, where he had already set everything he wanted for breakfast. As he started eating breakfast, he kept checking the clock anxiously. Every minute that passed made him worry more.