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Fifteen

Silence

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Silence.

Only silence occupied the house as she shut the door behind her. A low hum of electronics became obvious as she took a few steps forward. Her eyes flitted to the hallway and living room, noticing everything still looked normal. The coffee table still had magazines sprawled out on the glass. Coats still hung on the coat rack. Even her planner lay untouched on the couch.

The ordinary appearance of the house sparked a small sliver of hope deep within. Images danced in her mind of her father lying torn to shreds on the floor.

"Dad?" She called out. Her voice resounded off the walls, carrying down the hallway.

Only her echo answered back.

Sweat formed on her hands as she advanced onward. Each step against the hardwood seemed to reverberate loudly throughout the hallway. Her heart threatened to escape her rib cage with every rapid beat.

Thunder sent vibrations through the house, leading the lights to surge. The rain developed into a pitter-patter on the rooftop as it fell, filling the silence. A gloom settled in the hallway as the lights, that had brightened her pathway, dimmed. A sharp flash lit up the window, observed shortly by a powerful rumble.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The sound of a monotonous banging came from the kitchen. The noise sounded like an object was striking a wall. Hopefully not her father.

She rounded the corner, trying to brace herself for the worst. Clutching the gun shakily, she entered the room. Her eyes scanned the area, looking for danger. An earthy smell of rain hung thick in the air. Her attention turned to the wide open back door, watching as the door swayed unpredictably with the wind. The wooden door was hitting the exterior wall, sounding a constant banging.

Rain fell against the patio. The drizzle had developed into a downpour, wind roughly whipping the dense rain sideways, making it difficult to see past the deck.

Lightning flashed once more, illuminating the dimly lit kitchen. A pool of rainwater had collected on the tile floor, reflecting the bright flash of light. Muddy footprints came into view. The tracks littered the kitchen floor, finishing at the vacant doorway.

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