Brianna
"Brianna, come here please sweetie!" Her father called to her. "Yes daddy, I'm coming!" Brianna replied.
"NO Brianna! Go to your room, lock the door and don't come out until I tell you to!" Her mom said.
Brianna ran to her room like her mom told her, and she heard her mom scream, and her dad said "Brianna! COME DOWN HERE NOW!"
"NO MOMMY SAID STAY IN MY ROOM UNTIL SHE TELLS ME TO COME OUT" Brianna said, yelling at him behind her door.
"YOU LITTLE BRAT! YOU CAN JOIN YOUR MOTHER IN HELL!" He yelled as he tried to break the door down. A loud crash sounded from the downstairs kitchen, and Brianna heard her father run down the stairs. She could make out two voices, one was her dads, and the other one she didn't know. She heard her dad yell, and then there was silence...
Jeff's POV~
I was heading home from a killing spree when I heard a male voice yelling at someone to go to hell with her mother coming from a white house. I ran to see what was going on and when I got inside, I saw a dead lady on the floor. Some guy came downstairs to see who was here. I spotted the knife behind his back, and knew he had killed her.
"What the hell are you doing in my house?" The guy demanded.
"Only one reason. I want to tell you something." I said, while slipping my knife out of my pocket.
"Well do it fast, because I'm sorta bus-" I cut him off by running at him, and plunging the knife deep into his throat. I watched as he choked on his own blood.
"Go to sleep." I whispered in his ear as the life drained from his eyes. He went limp, and the knife clattered to the floor. I take my knife out of him and let him fall to the floor.
I hear sobbing, and walk up the stairs. I opened a door to see a little girl with blonde hair sitting in the middle of the floor, whimpering and sniffling. When she spotted me, she looked up at me with the saddest blue eyes I had ever seen. Her eyes were filled to the brim with tears, and two rivers streamed down her cheeks.
"Can you help me? My daddy is trying to hurt me!" She said in the cutest little voice I ever heard.
I picked her up and said: "There, there, it's okay, he won't hurt you no more."
She looked at my face. "Really? Is daddy dead and mommy too?" she asked with a sad face.
"Yes, they are, I'm sorry." I said to the little girl.
She hugged me and asked: "Where will I go now?"
"You will live with me and my family. I will be your new daddy, as long as that's okay with you." I said. She nodded her head and put her head on my shoulder.
"What is your name?" I asked.
"My name's Brianna, and I'm 5 years old." She said, her head still laying on my shoulder as I take her outside into the woods. She falls asleep in my arms.
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