Theres a werewolf in my basement, your kidin right?

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The thud thud thud of my heart is the only noise I hear, fear pooling in my stomach of what lays beneath the trap door I stare at the squared hole in the floor watching, waiting every nerve in my body in on edge my body tells me to run get out of there something bad is happening. Something that will change my life forever but a little voice tell me to stay and find out what’s down there.

My hand reaches out on its own occurred touching the smooth gold launch when a sickening howl rips threw the air my ears burn with the shrill of it. I lower myself to the ground covering my ears the howl ripped through the air chilling me on the spot my body reacting flinging me closer to the door tell me to protect fight.

Confused I back myself away from the trap door the gold metal enticing me to open and take what is mine. My eyes shoot open my head whips to the trap door and I flinch back as a gunshot is sounded from the basement, wide eyed I jumped ten feet high a scream rose to my throat but I muffled it with my hands.

Loud angry voice sounded from below the voice sounded so lifeless so cold hearted “why are you here, why did you come you have no business here, alpha or not you’re not welcome” I drew in a shocked breath as that mean cold heart voice came from my father’s lips, my father the man I grew up with the man who raised me… what the hell is going on.

Silence followed his answer my eyes looking at the brown rusty trap door wondering what is happening why my father is torturing someone a scream of surprise came from my mouth as another shot was fired. A sickening click soon followed a ferial painful howl was the only noise I heard my eyes wide did my father shot someone no he couldn’t of that’s not like him he would never hurt anyone.

My whole body shaking I slowly reached my hand out to touch the trap door the gold when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, panicked I ran to my room Adeline running though my veins spiking my fear and making me run faster. A million questions were running through my head most not making any sense which confused me more.

Why did I want to protect whoever it was in the basement, why is my body reacting this way did I eat something wrong ,more importantly why is someone in the basement?. But the one question that lingered in  my head was did my father really just shot something down in the basement not once but twice, or was I imagining it, shaking my head I slide down my door plunking my head in my hands no I didn’t imagine there something is down there and I'm gonna find out.

My head snaps up in one quick motion I hear the front door open and close my breath caught in my throat eyes wide open fear spiked instantly“ honey can I have a hand with the groceries their very heavy” I sighed with relief mums home thank god maybe I can get some answers.

Slowly opening my door I looked around the empty hallway they were both outside, looking down the hall I see the trap door, which dad did a horrible job of hiding, like I know it there why bother putting a rug over it. Sighing I move towards it I feel the floor creek and I stop still fear spiking in my body I relax once I relies I'm the one making the noise , ok I never said I was a smart one.

I step closer to it keeping my distance I strain my ear to hear anything…..  I hear nothing, confused I step closer my hand resting on the rug covering it, still nothing fear took over did dad kill it. Oh My God dad is a murder ahh my eyes wide no he can’t be he's my dad he raised me he loves me he couldn’t be a killer.

I hear my mother coming in side I jump from where I was and sat on the rug hiding the trap door. I see my mother first her light blonde hair matching mine swaying in the wind she playfully slapped my father arm after he said a dirty joke they were both laughing. Until father see me he stopped laughing with my mother and his eyes went wide I saw fear and anger but he plastered on a pleasant smile “Isabella what are you doing “

I looked up to his shiny blue eyes that mirrored mine fear clearly in his eyes” nothing daddy why “He walks towards me and I flinch away scared of what he's capable of” I thought you were at Chelsea’s today and weren’t coming home till dinner“