In a dimly lit room, I sat quietly listening to the sounds of the room. I stared at the book in my lap before slamming the book on the ground. I went to the ground, opened it and tore the pages out of the book.I stopped when I heard a huge thump outside the door.
“It’s done. I had to… he was trying….I warned him… he didn’t,” he said as he got into the room.” You understand I’m sorry.. So sorry.. I didn’t want to,” he continued. He smelled like alcohol.He was tripping over his own two feet as he walked towards me .He wrapped me in a bear hug. The man who took me. He called himself my uncle.I believed him.
“I’m sorry I didn’t know this would happen.”
I knew he was talking about Granite. Without him saying another word, she filled in the blanks. He has tried to run since the day he got there . I had to survive myself, not just for myself. This time I had someone to live for. After a few moments, a woman came inside the room. Her blue and black hair was in a ponytail. Her brown eyes were full of rage. Her hands and her arms were covered in blood.
“Get up” she yelled at me .The man wouldn't let go of me so that I could get up. I tried to get up any way but he was too strong. The woman came over and whispered something in his ear and he let me go. I slowly got up and walked to the woman. The woman walked me back down the stairs and to Granite's room. I followed the woman inside.It was covered in blood and mud.The mud looked as if it had been there for weeks, the blood was new. It covered a small area of the room until it trailed in front of the door.
“Clean up the room” she said, and left the room after throwing the cleaning supplies in the room.
I looked around the room and started to clean. I started with the part of the room with the blood. I poured the bleach into the already dirty bucket of water and started to scrub it . Scrubbing the floor made it spread around more until I got the rag and wiped behind what I scrubbed. While I was scrubbing, I thought of my mom, dad,and brother.I missed them so much.I wondered if they thought I was dead. I grew sad just thinking about them. Tears started to form in my eyes as I thought more and more about them.
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I hated it when he acted like that. We had been doing this for more than 19 years and he still acted like he couldn't handle it. He was weak and I knew that I couldn't want to go until Richard got tired of him and just ended his life.I was sick of pretending to love him and his brother. I wanted both of them out of my life and out of this world for good. I smiled as I thought of all the ways Richard would torture them.I could wait until our perfect family was complete. We always wanted to have the perfect family but I couldn't carry a baby full term after multiple miscarriages. Richard and I decided that this was our only chance to have that family and we would do anything to keep it perfect.