Shotgun Sinner!
Chapter 2: Punished
Chapter 2: Punished
I heard a light tapping noise behind me.. I wheeled around, only to come face to face with..
The one, the only, Robert Edward MCcraken. He was tapping the grimy tile floor with the toes of his foot. By the look of it, he was angry.
"What the fuck were you doing out of bed, Frank?" He said with a voice dripping with venom.. Thank-you for the venom! I thought..
He was waiting very impatiently, still not stopping that infernal tapping. ' He knows that it's annoying me.'
"I-I, um, I.." I stuttered over my words. I was terrified to even be in the same room with him, knowing what I endure every day..
"Stop babbling! I asked you a simple question! Now, if you can't get it through your dumbass head. It's not my fucking fault and I'll have to take care of it.."
He said the last part so threateningly that I immediately knew what he meant.
'He's going to hurt me again. And I can't do a fucking thing about it. Because I'm a dumbass coward.'
He stepped forward and raised his hand. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the pain.
After a few seconds, I was surprised that none came. Opening my eyes I saw that Bert was at the other side of the kitchen. He had a carving knife in his filthy hand. I wanted to scream. I thought he was headed towards me, but instead headed for the stove.
Switching on the burner, he waited for the flames to shoot out of the stove. Once the flames grew to normal size he placed the knife inside the flames..
' Oh fuck!'
I whimpered in fright as i found out what he was about to do..
I heard a light tapping noise behind me.. I wheeled around, only to come face to face with..
The one, the only, Robert Edward MCcraken. He was tapping the grimy tile floor with the toes of his foot. By the look of it, he was angry.
"What the fuck were you doing out of bed, Frank?" He said with a voice dripping with venom.. Thank-you for the venom! I thought..
He was waiting very impatiently, still not stopping that infernal tapping. ' He knows that it's annoying me.'
"I-I, um, I.." I stuttered over my words. I was terrified to even be in the same room with him, knowing what I endure every day..
"Stop babbling! I asked you a simple question! Now, if you can't get it through your dumbass head. It's not my fucking fault and I'll have to take care of it.."
He said the last part so threateningly that I immediately knew what he meant.
'He's going to hurt me again. And I can't do a fucking thing about it. Because I'm a dumbass coward.'
He stepped forward and raised his hand. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the pain.
After a few seconds, I was surprised that none came. Opening my eyes I saw that Bert was at the other side of the kitchen. He had a carving knife in his filthy hand. I wanted to scream. I thought he was headed towards me, but instead headed for the stove.
Switching on the burner, he waited for the flames to shoot out of the stove. Once the flames grew to normal size he placed the knife inside the flames..
' Oh fuck!'
I whimpered in fright as i found out what he was about to do..