Georgia was thrown violently through the front door of her home. Her Father stood over her and shut the door very aggressively, nearly breaking the hinges and lock. His belt was already off from his waist and gripped tightly in his hand.
Georgia looked up and tried to crawl away as she cried.
“Dad!” She screamed out.
She got to her feet, but was shoved and hit an end table, sending a lamp crashing and breaking on the ground.
“You fucking clutz! You broke another lamp!” The Father shouted before he whipped her on her lower back hard with the belt. Georgia screamed and cried out when her Father suddenly whipped her again.
Georgia got up to her feet until she tripped and tumbled over the couch, falling onto the cushions then bounced onto the floor with a loud thud. Her hand rubbed the golden amulet as she fell. Her Father walked around the couch like an animal stalking its prey.
“I hate you!” Georgia screamed.
“You hate your Father? Such an ungrateful child.” He replied in a hushed scream with rage boiling in his throat.
“I wish you were dead!” Georgia screamed as he whipped her again. She curled up into a ball and cried, but then she felt her body get splattered with something.
Everything was silent.
There was a thud on the floor next to her.
She slowly uncovered her face.
Her hands and arms.
They were splattered with blood.
Her eyes went wide.
She could feel more blood on her face and body.
She slowly turned to look towards her feet.
Her Father was lying on the ground, the belt inside of an open hand.
There was blood splattered everywhere.
Covering the furniture, the walls, the floor, even the ceiling.
Georgia slowly sat up, looking at the dead body of her Father.
Georgia had legs wobbly and weak, struggling to hold her upright.
She looked down at the corpse.
His face was twisted into one of pure fear, his eyes wide and scarred from seeing something he couldn’t understand.
His chest was completely ripped open, blood and guts everywhere while his bones and organs were visible.
Georgia stared into the open hole, her eyes wide as tears ran down her face, mixing with the blood and creating trails of red that ran down her cheeks.
“I…Dad…” She whispered to herself.
She looked down at the unmoving body, blood dripping off of her hands and face, landing in pools that were already on the floor.
She very slowly began to move her shaking hands into her pants pockets. She pulled out the amulet, her hands shaking so hard that she nearly dropped it.
She began to rub it with her shaking fingers, Abaraxx quickly appearing inside of the living room with his arms crossed.
“Yes Master Georgia?” He asked.
“What…did you…do…” She shivered as she spoke, her eyes still locked on her father’s corpse.
“I did what you wished Master Georgia.” Abaraxx replied.
Georgia took a deep and shaky breath, the realization fully hitting her.
“I didn’t…I didn’t…mean it…” She said while choking on her own tears.
“Your mind Master Georgia. It was fully aligned with what you said. I only did the task that you asked for me to complete.” Abaraxx said, his voice booming and stoic, like there was no emotion in it.
It was as if Abaraxx had no mind of his own. Only doing whatever he was asked to do.
“Can you…can you heal him? Bring him back to life?” Georgia asked.
Abaraxx’s head slightly tilted to the side, confused.
“Are you sure Master Georgia? He will only continue to beat you. To hurt you. Is that what you want?” He asked.
Georgia stared at her Father laying on the ground in a pool of blood and a ripped open chest.
She wiped her eyes and sighed.
“No…it’s not what I want.” She said softly.
“Then, what would you like for me to do Master Georgia?” Abaraxx asked.
She looked up at him, then looked around at all of the blood covering the furniture. Splatters on nearly every surface.
“Could you…clean up the mess…and get rid of the body?” She asked.
“As you wish Master Georgia.” Abaraxx replied.
Georgia slowly rose to her feet, very slowly walking towards the kitchen as she could hear things being moved around. Things being lifted and placed back down.
She didn’t want to see what Abaraxx was doing. She couldn’t bare to look at the carnage anymore.
She went to the sink, turning on the hot water and putting it over her hands. The water was hot enough to hurt, but not so severe that it was burning her.
She then reached out to grab soap and a sponge, trying her best to scrap off the blood from her body. She had to scrap hard with the sponge, irritating her skin and making her cry more, but she didn’t care. She scrubbed herself as hard as she could to get the blood off.
Once she got her arms cleaned, she was unable to hear anymore noise.
She sighed and tried to control her breathing, but it wasn’t possible.
She broke down crying, her face and chest covered in the blood of her father. Her hands rested on the sink as the hot water continued to wash over her, her skin turning red and pink as she continued to cry.
Her legs were shaking, meaning she had to grip the counter even tighter in order to stay upright and not collapse onto the ground.
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A few hours later, Georgia was sitting on her newly cleaned couch.
The television was turned on, but she wasn’t paying attention to it.
She just stared blankly, as if lost in her own thoughts.
Her doorbell ringing snapped her back to reality, jumping in her place before turning towards the door.
Everything was clean.
Everything looked normal.
Even the smell of death was gone.
Georgia took a very deep breath and finally stood up, her feet dragging across the floor. She kept adjusting her clothing.
Her mind was panicking, anxious that any tiny thing could seem off.
Anxious that something would set alarms blaring.
Georgia stood directly in front of the door, checking her pocket to make sure she still had her amulet.
She stared through the frosted glass at two silhouettes.
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She grabbed the lock and turned it, the click loud and making Georgia’s body shiver for a split second.
She moved her hand to the door knob and turned, opening it to see Bella and Nikkita standing at her doorstep.
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They couldn’t even finish their question before Georgia jumped forward and hugged both of them, unable to keep her tears back.
Her friends hugged her back, the three standing in the open doorway and just holding each other as tightly as they could.
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