“You can run, but you can never stay hidden from me. I will find you; I always will.” His voice echoes through the almost empty apartment.
Tears stream down my cheeks as my cries muffled through my palms. I push myself further into the cupboard.
At seven I am still as small as a four-year-old, so I could fit into almost anywhere.
The cupboard is creepy, has cobwebs filled at every corner, and things kept crawling around my body.
I want to scream, run to my mommy, but I have none. I am all alone.
Heavy footstep thuds signalling movement towards the kitchen.
No, no, no, heavens no, please.
Not tonight, please.
“Where are you? You little piece of s**t. Just a little task you couldn't do,” he raged, screaming as he pounds his fist on the counter that is on its last leg.
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