This one is harsh, but I have to go where the prompt takes me. Trigger Warning – Addiction, Alcoholism, Child abuse. I won’t take it personally if you choose not to read.
The Word of the Day – HIDING
Crouched behind a large box in the attic, she cradled her knees and drew half-breaths.
She could hear the monster stomping around downstairs, searching for her.
I forgot to pull the ladder, she thought in a panic. Best to stay still and hope he doesn’t find me.
Suddenly, she heard a roar, then cavernous breathing as the monster ascended.
This is just a dream, she assured herself. I’ll wake up soon…please, wake up.
With every heavy footstep, a creak in the floor boards. She started to smell that familiar stench which choked the clean air every night around that time.
“I know you’re up here,” said the monster as his footsteps drew closer. “Ah, found you!” he seethed, shoving the box aside.
She curled into a tight ball and did the only thing she could think of…apologize. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”