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The Tiny, Broken, Beast

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She was adopted by a man who was refined and professional.
These are my brothers. Or..Cousins, really. Ever since they met me, they'd been stricken with me. It's kinda cute, really. But tonight, they where too tired to do anything. Normal one would stay up at night and watch out, making sure IT doesn't come for me, but...that gets tiring too, you know?
The little boys acting like dogs have ginger hair, and brown or golden eyes. They turn out, later in her life, to be dogs that she personified. She watches them lay in their bunk-bed at the foot of her bed, and she takes a photo of them when they settle. She lays back against her wall in her own bunk-bed, and her father steps behind her and speaks her name softly, startling her.
"I-I;m right here, daddy, yes..?" She asked quietly. He bent down and asked her a few things, said "Do you want to go to a movie with daddy tomorrow maybe? I'll take you myself." She was about to shout yes, but saw something over his shoulder and moved to look at it. It was there. that black mass that liked to torture her, there, watching her over her own fathers form...Of course it was outside the doorway, though, but it was moving closer. She couldn't help it. And after a glance to her sleeping guards, she screamed. Her father jumped slightly, but scooped her up in his arms as soon as he got his bearings. He lightly bounced her on one arm, muttering soothing "It's alright, shh.." and cuddled her close to him, all the while following her gaze to the doorway and shutting it with his foot.

He didn't know about this, about me, or this THING chasing me. He couldn't have known, I never talked about it. The only ones who knew about it where my brothers, and that wasn't even my doing. I don't know how they found out, maybe they heard me talking in my sleep or something...But this time, he did something good. He closed the doorway with his leg and when I STILL didn't stop screaming and crying, he pushed a dresser in front of it too. When he'd piled those things in front of the door, he sat down with me on the bed, and just held me, snuggling and petting me softly while I shouted and could only weep into his finely pressed shirt. His business shirt, even, but he didn't complain any...I saw the monsters head or face in the reflection of the door, and I felt the scream halt in my throat for a heartbeat when I thought it was going to burst right through and get us all....But I released it with a squeak when it finally turned away and vanished for the time. I turned my head into his chest and shivered the rest of the cries away, mumbling 'I'm sorry' in-between the broken hiccups and shaky breaths. He didn't say a word, all he did was hum a soft soothing tune and hold me tight, waiting for the episode to pass.

Later in her life she becomes older, a teen rebel now, seeing her once 'brothers' as her dogs, like they where, and playing her music loud as hell with her door locked and blockaded shut in a nightly basis. She wasn't so much afraid of the monster anymore, she took pills to sleep so it was a mystery to her if it was still watching her or not, but she WAS afraid of the violence happening downstairs. Her father had gotten a wife, and she was a hellion,  always accusing him of cheating on her, always criticizing him, making him hate himself...It was a wonder he hadn't started to drink. his eyes where slowly leaning that way, though, and the girl could do nothing but softly whisper 'I hate her' when she was asked her opinion on the woman.

He knocked on the door gently "____? *Jiggles the door knob, mutters softly* Why is your door locked...?" She didn't respond, though she heard him and turned the music down with a sigh. "...____....*Sigh* Can I come in..?" He asked, she shook her head, but reluctantly stood and allowed him entry. he sat on the bed and thought quietly for a moment, "Close the door." he spoke, she turned back to her music but kept it low.....he heard the wife call him and he left her again with a sigh. "Well have to finish this conversation later....Sorry ___..." He glanced back at her sadly, and closed the door again.

He's now addicted to alcohol and beats the wife who once beat him. He would do the same to her too, if she didn't spend the night at her friends house each night, and lock her door during the days shes there. She lives in fear...And the monster is no where to be found.

He beats her twice.

She's out of collage and worked hard for the jobs she's got, she's living with her best friend and only one of her dogs remains a companion. The monster returns, and she considers suicide.

She sees the monster learned how to mimic her, and replays a violent tape of her and her father during a car ride. She nearly breaks down, and spends the rest of the day home, denying her friend.
This was a dream I had. :P
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