"I know, I know. There's nothing to worry about, I'll be fine. Promise." My mother shakes her head at me and hands me my last box of things.
"I just don't trust Michael is all. What if he hurts you or something?"
"Mom. I've been with him for two years, nothing is gonna happen." I put the box in the trunk of my car and place my hand on her shoulder. "I'm 18 now, I can take care of myself."
She gives me a worried look as my little sister,Gracie,comes out from inside.
"I don't want you to leave...." She wraps her arms around me and I sigh.
"I know. I know you don't." I feel awful for her, but I can't take her with me; she's only 12 years old and hasn't even started high school yet.
After a ton of sympathetic and worried goodbyes, I'm finally able to drive to my new apartment that my boyfriend and I bought.
We settled down quickly together. It was peaceful, having only Michael, with no one else to worry about but him.Four years passed, I had heard nothing from my family since my last day of living with them, until Michael and I decided that we were going to get married and sent out the invitations. I received a tear stained, messy letter from my sister saying that our parents had went out shopping and never returned. I felt somewhat suspicious of that, my parents never went shopping without her. The letter smelled old and musty and I noticed small dots of blood randomly on the paper.
I didn't do anything about it. I figured it was just a prank from her, she always pulled cruel jokes on us like this.
I hid the letter from Michael, he didn't need to know. I stayed quiet the whole day, at least i tried to, but he knew something was wrong. He was really flirty that night, it was unusual for him, he just wasn't that kind of guy. When I was trying to sleep, he turned over and starting kissing my neck. I told him to stop, that I was tired and just wanted to sleep, but the kissing continued.
"Michael." I said, irritated and exhausted.He stopped for maybe five minutes but then rolled back over and continued.
"Michael." I tried pushing him off which only made the kissing turn into biting.
"Michael, stop!" My eyes shoot open and to my horror I see his body on the ceiling, stomach freshly split open. I turn to look beside me, hollow, black eyes stare back at me. I scream, jolt out of bed and start running down the stairs to my car.
I have to find my sister.