Here is mine, but be warned. Story is graphic so if you don't like that then skip this post.
Jadon sat there in bed as his sisters cries carried through the thin walls of their home. He couldn’t help but feel her pain as she begged her father to stop the beating, for he had been in the same boat numerous times. Pulling the covers up to his chin he placed his arms back around his legs that were pulled to his chest, holding them tight like a child would hold his blanket for safety. Closing his eyes he tried to see life the way other people see it, a loving father that takes their kids to games, helps them with their homework, and warns them about the birds and the bees when they are old enough. To him, his world was far from that. His father didn’t take them to games, the only games they saw were the ones he did to them. They didn’t have any homework, they didn’t go to school, they weren’t even allowed to leave the house. And his father didn’t tell them about the birds and the bees, he showed them.
Hearing that the blows finally stopped he sat there and listened for what he knew was going to come. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he heard the bed in his sisters room begin to squeak, her small cries of pain buried beneath their fathers grunts. After twenty minutes he heard the bed stop squeaking and he quickly laid on his side and pretended to sleep, he jumped a little when he heard his sisters door slam as their father left the room. He closed his eyes and stared out into the dark place hidden behind his eyelids, a place he knew that was just as dangerous as the one he was living in. It didn’t take long before the things began to show up, the demons that ran rampant in this dark world that came when he closed his eyes. He watched in fear as one, sensing that there was someone around, came towards him. A demon with four eyes, razor sharp teeth, and talons longer than kitchen knives. He had seen this creature before, it was the one that he had called Golette. There were more than one kind of demon, but there never seemed to be two of the same one though. He could always tell because each one had a distinguishing mark, a scar of some kind, or a mole. Missing fingers, limbs, or teeth. This one had one of its eyes missing, a scar also circled the lower part of its eye as if someone had placed a knife there and cut him before sliding it into its eye and popping it out. Catching sight of him the Golette came closer, his hands flexing as his talons clanked together. The sound reverberated in Jadon’s ears like a chef hitting his knives together. To this thing, Freddy Krueger was a circus clown. He knew if he didn’t open his eyes soon the thing would get him and drag him into that dark world. Just as he was about to open his eyes he heard his door open and smelled the alcohol that reeked from his fathers body fill the room. He could hear the deep breathing that came from him after the beating and rape he had just giving his sister drift to his ears. Jadon began to worry, the Golette was getting closer and his father was just standing there. If he opened his eyes his father would see it and his beating would commence, if he kept them closed the Golette would get him and drag him down to do God knows what to him. He heard his fathers footsteps come into his room and stop by his bed, the stench of alcohol, sweat, sex, and blood filled his nostrils. The Golette stopped and sniffed the air as if his body was some kind of conduit between the real world and the one behind his eyes lids. Enraged, it began to run towards him, the smell of blood sending it into a feeding frenzy. Jadon pleaded in his mind for his father to leave, to get out of here before it was to late and as if he had heard him his fathers footsteps began to head for the door. Not wanting to risk opening his eyes yet he waited for the sound of the door shutting. As he waited the Golette drew closer, its breath now filling Jadon’s nostrils. Just as the door shut the Golette reached out and took a hold of his arm, its talons slicing into his flesh. Screaming in his mind Jadon tried to open his eyes but found out he couldn’t, the demon had a hold on him and it was keeping him in this world. Swinging his arm he hit the demon in his missing eye, squealing the thing let go as Jadon’s eyes opened up, its hold on him broken allowing him to come back to the real world. Bolting straight up, he knocked the covers off of him and jumped out of bed as the squeals of pain died out. He could hear the thing screaming in rage in his head as it began to drift away, the dark place once more going back to wherever it was it came from. Looking down at his arm he saw the blood running to his fingers, saw it as it dripped to the floor pooling there by his feet. Backing up to the wall he slid down and pulled his feet back to his chest, his bloody arm with the five slices from the Golette resting on the floor beside him. Weeping, he just sat there as the blood began to pool around his hand. Maybe he should just let it bleed, to let his life giving blood run out and send him onto whatever there was out there.
“No, I can’t do that.” He said as he got back to his feet. If he did that then he would leave his sister here with their father by herself. Her abuse would be daily, instead of the rotating ones they were now receiving. But that wasn’t the only thing that had helped him make up his mind. The fear that if he died there wouldn’t be a heaven, only the dark place that he goes to every night would be waiting and then this time he wouldn’t be able to wake up. He would be dragged down into whatever Hell there was in that place, his body left at the whim of demons like the Golette.
Quietly he made his way down the hall, tip toeing to his fathers room. Placing his ear to the door he could hear the faint snores that let him know that his father, drunk and satiated, had passed out on the bed. Creeping towards the bathroom he opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out the peroxide and bandages. Cleaning and bandaging up his arm he grabbed up the supplies and headed to his sisters room. Opening the door he could hear his sister whimper as she moved farther up the bed, fearing it was her father coming back for more.
“It’s me,” he whispered as he came into the room. Shutting the door he walked over to the window and pulled the curtains, the moonlight filtered into the room giving him enough light to see her. Stepping over her clothes on the floor he pulled the covers up over her chest to cover up the naked body that lay on the bed.
“I’m tired Jadon, but I don’t want to go to sleep.” She said as the tears began to fall.
“I know Raine,” he said as he pushed her hair back from her face and examined it. A few bruises and a cut along her eyebrow, all in all it wasn’t that bad. They had both seen worse, a lot worse. Cleaning it with some peroxide he opened up some steri-strips and placed them over the cut. “You hurt anywhere else?” He asked as he placed the last strip on.
“Some place I will have to take care of,” she answered as she stared at him.
She could see the bruises on his cheek were finally going away, his busted and swollen lip was finally back to normal. It wasn’t until then that she saw the bandage on his arm, the thing soaked in blood. She had thought his color looked funny but she had chalked it up to the moonlight coming through the window, it wasn’t until now that she realized it was from a loss of blood. Reaching out she touched his arm as he pulled it away and stood up, walking over to the window he gazed out at the surrounding trees. They were stuck in this house in the middle of a damn forest, no idea where the nearest town was, and no clue as to what kind of animals lived out in these woods, or if there was any kind of traps their father had set to keep people away or to keep them here. They were prisoners in a house with no bars, and no warden to watch over their every move.
“Was it dad?” She asked.
“No, the Golette.” He answered.
“The four eyed thing?”
“Yeah,” he whispered. Taking one last look at the trees he walked back over to the bed and sat down, taking her hand he told her what had happened.
“What do you think will happen if they get a hold of us?” She asked after he finished his story.
“I think they will make dad look like a schoolgirl, and that’s just the Golette.”
“Shilrithe,” she said, knowing what he meant.
“I don’t want to think about what will happen if it gets a hold of us. They will make dad’s rape seem like foreplay,” Jadon thought of the Shilrithe, its slimy, black body with both sex organs flashed in his mind as the memory of it reaching out and grabbing him, its male part hard as a rock and at least two feet long moving towards him like a snake played in his head. Shaking it away he kissed his sister on the forehead and whispered goodnight.
“Goodnight,” she said as he moved towards the door.
“Sleep, but not to deep. Wake up before they to close,”
“Hopefully it will take them some time to find me,”
“Just be careful Raine,” he said as he opened the door.
“What I wouldn’t do for a way out of this,”
“Me too Raine, me too.” Closing the door behind him he headed to his room. Neither one of them knew about the creature that hovered invisible around them, just waiting for them to say just that. Neither one of them knew about the choices it would offer them in this demonic crossroads of their lives.