You fled feom the living room, letting out a shout in fear as you made your way to the attic. It was the only place he couldn't open from the outside, for you had the key, which made it the safest place in the house from them.
"Come back here before I kill you!"
Fear was what kept you moving as you raced up the stairs. Your father was hot on your heels, and your brother right behind. "Father, do you have the knife? Because I'm sure we'll get her today!" A taunting laugh escaped your brother's lips as you pulled down the attic steps. You quickly climbed it, and at the last second, pulled it up just before your father and brother arrived. Pulling out a key fromn your bra, you locked it and let out a long sigh of relief.
The attic was actually quite decent, considering how you only lived here. There was a bath and toilet, lacquered wooden floors, two beautiful colonial-styled windows, and navy curtains to match. There was only one bare lightbulb in the kiddle of the cieling to provide light during the might.
