Dance With The Devil part 3I raced home, knowing what the consequence would be if I were late. As I entered the house, I found it virtually abandoned. I felt ill at ease and I could feel my pulse quicken. I immediately thought of my sister, my poor, innocent sister. If anything were to happen to her I would never let myself live it down. What if Mr. Alistaire contacted my uncle! Why hadn't I lied to him about what was happening? Did I tell him too much? I knew my uncle would be upset but I never though he would dare take his frustrations out on her. After frantically searching the house, I discovered a note on the kitchen counter that read:More Like This
Your sister fell on the playground at school and may have fractured her ankle. It's nothing serious. Just to be sure though, we'll be spending the night at the hospital. Your uncle offered to take off of work early so you wouldn't have to spend the night alone.
"Well that saves me the time of explaining it," said my uncle as he walked through the threshold o
Dance With The Devil part 2I awoke the next morning later than I had expected. I had never been one to indulge by sleeping in. I attempted to rise, urging my muscles to work in unison, but I was too sore and weakened from my wounds. After I allowed myself to lie there and gather my strength, I decided it best to go to my bathroom and assess the damage of the previous night's happenings. It seemed like an eternity, the journey to the bathroom that resided merely ten feet from my bed. Each step took an inestimable amount of effort. Upon reaching my bathroom I became rather lightheaded and was forced to grab onto the counter. My vision began to blacken and I began to feel my legs giving way. Once I felt secure enough to stand without aid, I let go of the counter and starred at myself in the mirror. "He really did a number on me this time," I said to myself. My blonde hair was strewn about and slightly stained with the blood from my wound. He had given me a generously sized black eye and boot prints were imbedded inMore Like This
Dance With The Devil part 1I sat there in my desolate room, my only companion being the gentle and melodic hum of the computer beside me. Anxiously I glanced to the clock alongside my bed. It was late. "He should be home by now," I said under my breath. I rose from my chair and began to pace the room. Becoming frustrated by my efforts I threw myself onto my bed. Why was I doing this to myself? I tossed and contorted my body into any position possible to help me sleep, but my efforts were in vain. Feeling as though any sleep tonight would be unfathomable for me, I elected to assure myself of my sister's wellbeing. "This is idiotic," I thought to myself, "She's fine." Nevertheless, I crept down the hallway to her bedroom. I eased the door open as to avoid any noise that could disturb her. "Just as I thought," I said to myself, "I don't know why I worry the way I do." I lingered in the doorway of my sister's room for a moment longer. She looked so peaceful sleeping there. Her fragile features seemed to me like thatMore Like This