Unholy hours

A Story by SimpleMind

The smell of beer and smoke is filling my nostrils. The sound of stereo is killing the terrifying silence while the electric fan is blowing the dreadful atmosphere. My friend is preparing to leave and her mother is preparing for bed.

My head's in turmoil. I want to tie my friend inside our room or chat with her mother until Mr.Sun will show the next day. I want to be with somebody...I want not to be alone.

It's a shame that they can't read my mind. They don't know how scared I am, they don't know the fear that is keeping me awake for many nights.

I know I need to get the hell outta here. Five more days and my torment will be over. Five more days and I will no longer smell his beer and smoke. 120 hours more and I will be able to get away from his horny stare. 72, 000 minutes more and I will no longer be touched by his s****y hands.

All I need to do is to remain alive until that day. Right now, as the clock draws the unholy hours, I can feel his doomed soul nearing again. I can smell the horrid smell of his flesh...I can see the dirty plan printed on his abominable face.

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