Dad's gone mad

Tw: alcohol, verbal and physical abuse, slight sexual abuse, murder, deep conversations + emotional

It's been a week since the incident and my dad still isn't home. That's weird. I'm starting to worry about him. This isn't like him at all. I'm starting to think he'll never come back. I've had to get the groceries, lock the doors to the house, unpack some packages that weren't as important, and I've been left to do all the chores around here. It's miserable. At the same time a part of me enjoys having the time to myself. I don't have to worry about rent since my parents bought the house full on. So I'm on the safe side. I can't pay for groceries and gas on my own without a job forever. It's either my dad gets his ass back home or I'm gonna be forced to get a job. That would be bad too. I don't want to work on summer break. A BREAK FROM SCHOOL. Speaking of school, if I get a job I might have to drop out of school. Which would not be very good for me. Not the best path for me to take. But I honestly don't know what else to do. I feel bad because I haven't talked to anyone in a week, even Sadie. She's probably worried sick. Millie's texted so much I'm surprised she hasn't stormed over here and busted down my door. A part of me feels bad, but I just don't care. I'm just too tired right now. I love Sadie to death and I probably need her the most right now and just don't realize it. Doesn't matter. I just want to know I haven't lost my dad too. After checking the mail, I headed inside. I sat down to put on a tv show and hopefully get lost into it. I want to leave reality and go to a different one. What happened? It feels like just yesterday was my 17th birthday and everything was perfect, why did everything have to change? I want that happiness back. Before you know it, I was lost (it was shameless). The episode has just ended. I looked out the window and saw it was dark out. Great. Another long day wasted. When do I get my life back? Just as I began to walk to the stairs, the door swung open. I turned around to see my dad standing in the doorway. He was... different. I wasn't happy to see him, and you would think you normally would be. He had a half full beer bottle in his hand. He looked half asleep and as if he were about to fall over. "Where the fuck have you been?! I've been left alone this whole week to do everything around the h-" I was interrupted by my dad throwing the glass bottle at me. It flew only inches away from my head past me and broke on the carpeted stairs. Well that's gonna stain. My dad stormed by me and slammed me into the wall roughly. My head banged into the wall due to the force. It hurt like a mother fucker. I don't like this. What happened to him. Where's my loving dad I once knew him to be. All I see is a sad old angry drunk that had the life sucked out of him. A cold empty lifeless guy. It scared me. "You shut the fuck up you little bitch" he yelled in my face. His breath reeked of alcohol. It was awful. He slapped me cold right across my face. He was like the devil himself. "There are going to be some changes around here" His tone was heartless and cold. "Just you wait, you are going to finally feel what life really is like. You are going to wake up everyday with bruises and remember each bruise is a hole that was punched in my heart. I always have pretended it wasn't there because your mom made me happy. Now that's she's gone I want you to feel the same pain and suffering I have to feel every waking moment of my life. Every second of every minute. Every minute of every hour. Every day of every week. Every week of every month I have to wake up and repeat what I did the previous day. Sleep, wake up, eat, work, eat, pay, and then sleep again. Then it repeats all over again. Life is the same continuous pattern everyday and sometimes something else good or bad will be smashed into the day. Always the same thing. Nothing new. No change. Same old shit. If I'm going to continue to live in this shitty world, so do you. I'm going to make sure each and every word that comes out of my mouth gets into that head of yours. You are going to feel the true meaning of life in your bones. Nothing. I promise you that." He said in a cold, serious tone. I gulped as he let go of me and drunkly walked to his room and slammed the door. I was speechless walking up the stairs, avoiding the glass. Once I got into my room and locked the door, I slid down the door and broke down. I buried my face in my knees and cried my heart out. What's happened to my dad? I don't even know if I can call him that anymore. Not after everything he just did and said. How could life do this to me? I honestly never had a good life. The minute things actually got good, it all got thrown away. Who knew one tragedy, one person could ruin so much. It feels like my life is over. Is this really how I'm going to live now? I don't even know where to start. I'm in such a deep hole I don't even know if I can get out of it. My thoughts were interrupted by another call. Sadie. I sighed and let it ring till silence filled the room again. It was interrupted by Sadie calling again. I powered off my phone and laid down in my bed. I buried my face in my pillow and cried myself to sleep. I guess this is my life now.

I woke up and it was morning again. Maybe my dad was right. Each day really does repeat itself. It was a rainy morning. I will admit, it's nice. I looked out my window to see that my dad's car wasn't there. Thank god. He isn't home. Maybe I can make this a good day. As long as I'm in my room for the night before my dad gets home from... wherever he is. I honestly don't give two shits. I went downstairs and made myself some hot chocolate. Perfect for a rainy day. I sat down and began to slowly sip my hot chocolate. I enjoyed it very much. It didn't last long, my peace was interrupted by a knock on the door. It was surprisingly light. I was honestly slightly nervous I would open the door, only to see the killer. I was wrong. I opened the door slowly and carefully, only to see Sadie standing there. She was soaking wet and in tears. She ran inside and hugged me tight, getting my clothes wet. She sobbed on my shoulder. "Why haven't you responded to ANYTHING???" Her voice trembled as she spoke each word. "Fuck, I'm so sorry" I mumbled as my eyes went wide. I didn't even think about her. You can't just ghost someone for a week like that. You might scare them or hurt them. You never know. What if she thought she did something wrong and pissed me off? "D- did I do something wrong?" She sobbed, there was heartbreak in her tone. I felt so bad. And for her to come over in the pouring rain. I must have had her worried sick. "I couldn't ever lose you, I wouldn't be able to handle it. You can't come into my life and leave me clueless whether or not I've done something wrong" her voice shook as she choked on each and every word. I shut the door and we went upstairs. I sat down on my bed. She got on top of me and hugged me as if I were to leave her. "Shhhh, I'm sorry to scare you. I've been going through a lot of shit and I've been distancing myself from people" I ran my fingers through her hair. Her breathing was slowing down. She was starting to calm down, which was good. "You're not gonna lose me, I'm right here and I always will be. I'm not going anywhere. I promise" I whispered in a comforting tone. She sat up and looked deeply into my eyes. I wrapped my arms around her waist. She looked at me with lustful eyes. She glanced down at my lips and I glanced down at hers. She let her arms rest on my shoulders and began to lean in. I pulled her closer then ever. Just as her lips were about to meet mine, she was startled my the front door swinging open. It slammed against the wall and made a big bang. I gulped and she looked at me in concern. I quickly got up and guided her to the closet. "Hurry, go in there and hide. Don't make a sound. Stay silent please. Wait till I knock on the closet to tell you it's safe to come out" I whispered quickly. "W- why???" She asked. "No time for questions, go!! Hurry!!" I whisper yelled. She quickly got in the closet and I shut it. Just a split second later my dad swung my door open. I jumped, startled by his sudden move. He grabbed me by the throat and pushed me into the wall. "Why aren't the dished done" he yelled in my face. I breathed heavily, not knowing how to respond. "I- I j- just woke up a few minutes a- ago" I stuttered. He let go of my throat and I fell to the ground, gasping for air. I choked on my tears. "I want them done in the next 10 minutes, I'm being more then fair. Now!!!!" He yelled before slamming my bedroom door behind him. I stayed on the ground for a minute or two. Sadie came out without waiting for my knock. You could see it on her face that her heart dropped at the sight of me in front of her. "Oh my god, Ivyy" she dropped to the ground next to me. She touched the red mark on my neck. I winced at the feeling of it. I grabbed her arm lightly. "I'm fine sades, not a big deal. I'm going to do the dishes. Lock the door behind me" I sighed. "Ivy-" she mumbled in a sad tone and had a look of disbelief on her face as I walked out of the room. I did the dishes and my dad creepily stared at me from the living room couch. I luckily got it done pretty quickly, probably because of the pressure. Normally the pressure would slow you down, but I knew the unfair consequences it would bring. I got it done and walked towards the stairs. My dad got up and stopped me. He grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him. I gulped as I could hear and feel his breath on my ear. I was so uncomfortable. "Good job, you know you'll always be daddy's little girl" he laughed, the best way to describe it was a cold, evil laugh I guess. I held the tears in my eyes as he let go of my waist and walked off. I quickly ran upstairs and knocked on the door, signaling for Sadie to open it. She opened the door and I walked in, passing out onto the bed (not literally). I sighed as Sadie sat down next to me. "What the fuck is up with your dad?" She asked concerned. "Dad's gone mad. That's the best I can describe it I guess" I sighed. She didn't discuss it any further, knowing it's a sensitive topic. I appreciate that. I didn't want to talk about it.

Noah's pov: (shocking right?)

I woke up to a knock on the front door. It's my parents anniversary so they went out to see a concert, wouldn't be my choice but good for them still. I went into the kitchen to make some lunch. I looked out the window to see some weird random person dressed up in a hood and a mask dart past my house. Whatever. I've had weirder happen in this area. I sighed as I opened the fridge. My phone rang and I got annoyed because I'm just trying to enjoy this rainy day. I picked up my phone to see a random number had sent some images. My stomach dropped when I saw the photos. They were me only seconds ago. One of them was when I was looking in the fridge. I looked to the side to see the person standing outside. They tilted their head and waved. The other hand was holding a knife. I gasped and dropped my phone. I went down to pick it up. I looked back up to the window to see that the person wasn't there anymore and wasn't even in plain sight. "Oh shit" I panicked. I went to lock the front door. I let out a sigh of relief. I was at peace. That didn't last long. It went from piece, to a piercing, sharp pain in my back. I felt the spot behind me only to feel... blood. I turned around to face a guy in a ghost mask. He stabbed me and I fell onto the floor, bringing him with me. He continuously stabbed me. I grabbed the mask and tore it off. I immediately recognized HER. I gasped (for air obviously 😭😭). THAT'S- everything went black.

A/n:

Sorry not sorry for leaving you off like that lmaooo. I enjoy making yall wait. That shit's funny. Shit's about to get real. Just you wait. Something yall have been waiting for is coming. More Sadie and Ivy moments, more killings, MORE! Just you wait because it's coming veryyyyy soon.

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