He’s here! I can hear him in the bushes. I can’t see anything it’s pitch black.

“Come out Jane I know you’re here. Daddy won’t hurt you.”

I have no clue who this guy is but he is not my dad. My dad is a sweet guy with an amazing personality, but this guy is the complete opposite. For the past two months he has been abusive and killed my baby brother because he wouldn’t stop crying. My dad would never in a million years do that.

I stop running and hold my breath. As long as he can’t hear me he can’t hurt me. I still need to get out of here so I take a small step forward. Crack! Lucky me I just stepped on a branch, I hear him running toward me. I run as fast as I can out of the woods. I can’t tell where I am or if I’m running in circles but I just need to find somewhere to hide.

I’m running out of breath. I can’t keep running like this but I have to. I run and run but then I feel my face connect with the ground. Crap! My legs have out on me. I try to get up but I can’t my legs are too tired. He wasn’t to far behind me, he has to be close. A black figure starts advancing toward me. His hand reaches out and clenches his fist around my wrist.

“Jane it’s time to go home. You have been a very naughty girl. Daddy isn’t very happy. Does Jane know what happens when Daddy isn’t happy?”

I don’t respond.

“Jane did you hear me? What happens when Daddy gets angry?”

“He yells?”

“He murders.” He starts dragging me through the woods. My shirt gets pulled up and the sticks drag against my back.

“Please,” I cry, “let me walk. I won’t leave you I promise.”

“You bet you won’t,” he lets go of my wrist and I stand up. He picks me up by my collar and says, “If you try anything then you will regret it.”

I walk by him with tears strolling down my face. We walk up to a cabin and there is blood everywhere. There is a chair in the middle of the room. “Sit.” I do. He grabs a rope and ties my hands and feet down. “Ok well you have probably figured out I’m not your dad. Im his twin brother James. Now anyways let’s see pick a number between 1 through 100.”

“4.”

“What four bones do you want me to break.”

“Ummmm”

“How about rib, ankle, wrist, and jaw.” He grabs a hammer and bat. He hits me until it feels like I can’t move. It hurts so bad. I can’t even breath without it hurting. “Okay now how would you like to die?”

“Old age?”

He grabs the bat and swings at my other ankle. “Axe or drown?”

“Axe?”

He grabs an axe and swings it at my neck.