"Oh look at my sweet child," he turns to me and I feel my vision blur and legs sway.
"No," I breathe out my voice hoarse and bitter, "You aren't here, you can't be," I choke out shaking my head. I watch as he stands right in front of my bathroom, straight ahead of me and he gently places one foot directly in front of the other as he approaches me like a predator. He wears a devious smile that can only mean he knows I'm trapped and he'll get what he wants one way or another, I just hope it's not my life that he wants. His pale green eyes rest dead in his eyes, his head twitches to the side every moment as if shaking out a voice in his head.

"You were always my favorite," he coos as he stands five feet in front of me and I straighten myself out, ready to run at any given moment if he gets too close.
"I guess that's why I came to you first," in a split second his eyes darken to a deadly tone and his mood does a 180⁰, from joyfully devious to dangerously destructive.

His smile twists into a demented scowl and his eyes burn brightly with an unknown power, the same way a villain's face would look in a comic. In a single moment his body is in front of mine, towering over me at the same height of my brother, the resemblance between the two of them scares me beyond belief but there is one trait that makes them distinctly different, Chris would die for us, while Christopher wants us to die.

"Kira Jones I'm going to give you a choice, come with me and we can stop your mother from killing you and your brother and after that be rejoined with Chris so that we can be a family again," he speaks sweetly as his calloused and cold hand grazes my cheek sending sharp bolts of ice down my spine, "or side with you mother and see what consequences you may face," his voice is cold as ice and just as sharp, his breathe like a taste of winter and everything about him reminds me of cold, death, and destruction. Everything about him is cold, death, and destruction.

I stare at the man who was once my father, his pale eyes are hallow, each breathe he takes seems to suck the life out of him, and then there's his entire being as a whole, the being that lurks into my nightmares. I want to speak to him, but the words get lodged in my throat and instead we sit in a stare down as every malice filled word I'd dreamt of screaming at him leaves my mind and my soul becomes frozen just at one look at him.

"First off, " I breathe, "My name isn't Kira Jones, it's Kira Brand and second off, I would rather die than stand by your side," I spit the words out with a new type of venom. Looking up  at the man who's ruined my life, haunted me in the night and in the day, he's the reason I can't have my happily ever after and he should know that from the depths of me I hate him.
"You killed my real father, you're nothing to me but a murderer who's ruined my life and my family," I growl out the words I've been waiting three years to say. Never in my life would I have thought I would finally say it to his face, especially when he could end my life in a mere second.

The feeling of a large arm slamming into my collarbone and my back being crushed into a wall forces a scream of pain out of me which eventually turns into a scream of pure terror as I thrash at my father who pins me to the wall. With a rabid look in his eyes, I watch as demons dance in them like a summer parade.
"Get off me!" I scream as I claw at him, he let's out a vicious and animalistic shout as my nail gets lodged in his face and I scrape and bite at him. My instincts seem to kick in as I go all out animal on him, suddenly I hear banging on the door and shouts as the dresser blockading my wall begins to shake and wobble.

Christopher lets out an outrage shout, staring deeply into his hallowed out eyes I see something much more than a murderer but the devil himself, soon I'm thrown across the room and into my walk in closet with the door slammed shut. Leaping up I wiggle the handle and bang on the now locked door. Screaming and banging I pray that Chris and Jesse don't get in my room, because if they do they'll be meeting a deadly surprise. The sound of my dresser falling meets my ears as I scream louder and bang on my door with my whole body praying that Christopher has left.

In a sudden moment I fly out of the closet as I hurl my body forward at the door and run into a chest, and stumble back onto my butt.
"Kira what the hell happened, are you ok?" Chris shouts at me and I begin to shake like a leaf in violent winds.
"He was here," I speak and Jesse, John, and Chris all go silent as the questions that were flooding their minds all get answered with those three words.

"He spoke to me, and then, he attacked me," I review what just happened as my head spins and my mind goes haywire. Will he come back? Will he kill me?
"What did he say?" Chris utters. I just shake my slightly as a tear slips from my eye, "All I know is he's going to kill us," my eyes travel up to look at the boys, "All of us."

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Silence is golden. That's what they always say, they say that silence speaks louder than words and they couldn't be more right. It's been a week since the attack and ever since silence has consumed our world, I no longer see glimpses of my father in the street corner or see him following us on the road. No, what I see is nothing, it's as if he's completely disappeared from his own little game and has left the players to continue without a way to finish. 

With each passing day my anxiety rises as I know he's planning something big, but what scares me the most is that he said he would visit me first because I was his favorite. That could only mean that he'll visit either my mother or my brother, most likely my brother due to my father's desperate hatred towards my mother, the woman he used to love more than life itself.

"Kira," Naomi knocks on my door knocking me out of my gaze as I sit up from my bed, "Your mother wanted me to get you for dinner." I simply nod and slide my feet over my bed while catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I look paler than normal despite it being summer and my eyes hold deep bags under them.

"Is Jesse here?" I ask her as we make our way down the stairs.
"No Jesse has a family dinner tonight cause it's Sunday," Naomi explains and I nod my head. A deep feeling in my chest blossoms and I begin to miss Jesse more than I should, I mean I saw him at church this morning but at the same time we didn't really get to talk much and it seems he's the only one willing right now to talk about anything but Christopher.

Dinner is filled with small talk about pointless things, we talk about the next school year and what we're planning on doing this summer, we talk like we have a future when we all know we don't. He will find us, and he will kill all of us.
"Since next year is our senior year I was actually thinking about looking at some colleges," Chris speaks out making my mother freeze for a moment. There isn't a doubt in my mind that her dream was always to have us go to college and live normal lives but I think something snaps in her as he says this. Maybe it's the fact that she's finally realized that we'll never be able to fulfill the dreams she has for us, my mother abruptly stands from the table before patting her lips gently with her napkin and in a less than a second she excuses herself and leaves.

Dinner remains silent after that, the same silence that seems to consume all of us.

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"Jesse," I laugh as he cages me in his arms, "It's 9 o'clock your mom will want you home by now," I giggle as he kisses my cheek and then presumes to kiss every part of my face quickly.
"I'm sure she'll understand if I explain to her how horrible the traffic was," he smiles as he looks down at me while I look up at him. After letting out a sigh he sits up and brings me with him onto his lap, I run my hands through his sandy locks as he holds me in place on him.

"I think I'll just tell her that I'm going to sleep over at Chris's," he murmurs as he holds me closer and in a moment our lips collide and it feels as if my whole body is livid on an addicting fire that burns between us. Never in my life, not telling my father off or even jumping out of a plane have I ever felt more alive then in his arms with his lips on mine as we move in sync as one.

After a while we pull back and gasp for breath as our eyes meet and we breathe only centimeters away from each other.
"I love you," he states and I wrap my arms around his neck as I pull him in for another kiss and soon the only thing I feel is fire burning around us, but instead of the fire hurting it becomes electric and all I can think about is getting more and more of it.

Soon he's standing and my legs wrap themselves around him as a wall is pressed gently to my back hoisting me up and my fingers become entangled in his hair as I run out of air. Pulling back we both gasp for air that we desperately need before jumping back on each other with more force than before.

"WHAT THE HELL!" a voice booms throughout the basement and in a single moment my feet are back on the floor but my legs still shaky from the past moments as I cling to Jesse's back. I peak over his shoulder to see an all too appalled brother.
"Please tell me this is the schizophrenia and I'm not actually seeing my best friend and my sister making out," he breathes as he stares between Jesse and I.
"You do realize we're dating right?" I question but Chris's face only turns more morbid as he quickly sprints up the stairs occasionally falling forward and face planting.

Jesse and I both stare at the door that Chris left as an almost awkward air surrounds us.
"Well there goes that moment," Jesse mutters before plopping back on the couch with me next to him. I rest on his chest as he flips through the channels and begin to think about what Chris said, 'Please tell me this is the schizophrenia and I'm not actually seeing my best friend and sister making out,' never in my life has he ever used that word so lightly, especially now that he has it. Does he always see things and we don't know about it? We've been recording his behavior and once in a while I do see his panicked look as he stares into space.

My father got medical help once and it worked for a short while, the only question is, when will Chris lose it.
"Jesse," I hum softly as we settle on the movie How to Train Your Dragon, "Do you think Chris will get better?" I feel Jesse's chest rise and fall as he lets out a sigh and as I glance up to look at him I notice his deep green eyes in deep thought.

                Jesse's POV

I wish I could tell her everything is going to be ok. I wish I could tell her Chris will get better and that there's a cure, or that her homicidal father who's attempting at murdering her family will one day end up behind bars or forever in a mental asylum. But I can't because none of it is true, I know that Chris will only get worse and worse by the day and her ingenious father is next to impossible to catch. The bloodiest and most dreadful history is repeating itself and Kira is smack dab in the middle of it all.

Glancing down at her, her large blue eyes stare up at me in wonder and I get lost in the sea that rests in her eyes. Small specks of green dance in them making it appear that sea turtles are swimming in a perfectly clear ocean and for a moment I imagine how wonderful of a world that would be. A world where we could escape together and go on adventures that we would forever remember, visiting the west coast and then the east coast, we could go to London and then France. We would go everywhere together and we would be happy. I can imagine a world like that with her, but that's it. It's only a fragment of my imagination forever staying that way and never changing.

"I don't know," I sigh answering her question.