The Unseen Horror

e home two days later

so understanding. He' d

n. He owned a local chain of hardware stores,

in, his usual warm embrace

to him. "You have to help me.

owing with concern. "What

olice. I told him about the video, how it cha

n me. They say I have to go." My voice broke. "Please, Dad,

etie. I promise. I' ll talk to yo

otent it made me weak. He b

ir voices low. I couldn't make out the words, but Mom'

to my room. H

ng my hair. "Mom is just under a lo

to beli

ld, but she didn't lash out. Dad was around, a

found them in the living room. Mom was holding he

opped. "Dad?

me. He just kept s

, he slowly looked up,

e warmth was gone from his eyes. Re

oid of its usual affection. "Your mot

ched. "Dad, n

h edge I' d never heard from him before, "after seeing tha

he was

he said, his gaze chilling. "You need to star

e. My last hope, my protector, was

It was alwa

that could turn my loving f

dn't just condone Mom's abuse; he started to part

her's rig

to learn y

ing so d

field. It was a prison, and bo

I had to know what