1) THE RAPE
The staircase creaked under his weight. The sounds broke the darkness and filled her heart with terror. He was coming for her just as he had threatened he would. Her mind was racing, judgment clouded by fear. She tried to slip under the big canopy bed but she couldnt. The weight she had put on that summer prevented that from happening.(lol) She was going to be raped and there was apparently nothing to do about it. Raped. The word echoed in her head so loud that her ears were hurting. She could imagine in front of her, everybody in her little town laughing at her, taunting her, not letting her live it down. She turned away from her imaginary yet very real tormentors and suddenly her eye caught a glimpse of the rusty old axe on the wall. It used to belong to her grandfather, a firefighter. The door to the room started opening ever so slowly, his toothless grin and viscous smile a mile wide. His mouth closer she could see the lust mixed with insanity in his eyes. Instinctively she reached for the axe and screamed on top of her lungs
When the police came later, they found her father lying on the floor decapitated, the bloody head lying under the canopy bed. She was lying next to his body avoiding the stare of those lifeless but sill lustfilled eyes. It was over, thank God it was over.
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