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I’m sure you understand.”
    I did; it hurt every time I pictured her face in my head. I understood his pain, but he was the one to initiate the divorce in the first place. Part of me was still bitter about that.
    “Go see a counselor.” I waved my hand to show my unhappiness with his decision.
    “I didn’t expect you to be okay with this, and I’m sure it’s a shock. I’m going and that’s the end of that.”
    “That’s putting it lightly.”
    I dropped the subject though because I didn’t want to say something too harsh and push my luck. At the end of the day, it was his house and his rules. Until I felt comfortable moving out and leaving Dillon there, I had to abide by them and not get kicked out.
     

Chapter Six
     
     
     
    Saturday arrived quickly, but my father woke me up at seven o’clock, much to my irritation. It was way too early for a Saturday, but then again he had saved me from another horrible dream. It was almost a continuation of the one before. I was planning something terrible, but I wasn't able to decipher if it was murder or suicide.
    In my life, I’d dealt with both of those situations. I was a survivor. I just couldn’t figure out why my nightmares had returned.
    My father, however, insisted that I get up and help him peel the wallpaper off the walls so we could paint them something brighter and not so outdated. Make it look a little more “homey” as he said. I agreed that it would look better after a new paint job, but I hated getting up early.
    I’d insisted that he let me go back to sleep before I killed someone.
    Somehow he’d won the fight.
    I pulled my hair into a ponytail and threw on an old Cure t-shirt and jeans. I followed him into the hallway, noticing the pile of objects that were lying on the floor to help us remove the paper.
    “I hope you told Dillon not to come in here. That’s a serious pile of tools you have there.”
    “He’s busy playing in his room.”
    “It’s still dangerous.”
    That exasperated look crossed over his face. “Do we have to do this today?”
    “Yes, it’s a teenage requirement that I make your life hell,” I said blankly. He was too much fun to tease.
    He smiled, shaking his head and pushing the stepladder over to me. “Here, get started. I am going to get us some water.”
    He walked into the other room, and I started working. With my tool in hand, I climbed to the top of the stepladder and started to peel back the wallpaper. It was a stingy material and stuck stubbornly to the wall. I thought I might mess up the surface if I wasn’t careful. My patience quickly grew thin. Why in the hell hadn’t anyone taken off the horrible wallpaper already? I was sure it dated back to the 1800s. It probably hadn’t been changed since the place was built. Gross.
    I heard the pile of tools rustle.
    “Dad, I don’t know how much help I’m going to be at this. It’s pissing me off,” I said with irritation as I yanked at it again. 
    Silence.
    “Dad?” I turned my head expecting to see him. What I saw, however, was a large knife floating in the air about five feet from me.
    My mouth fell open in horror as I put my own tools down to my side. I watched it for a second in awe, confused at how it could float there. I had never seen anything like it. Everything weird that had happened in the house had an explanation. Until now.
    “Who’s there?” I whispered, my voice shaky and cracking as I asked.
    As if to answer, the knife started to twirl in the air. Then it pulled back and shot toward me.
    “Shit!” I exclaimed.
    I jerked backwards and tipped the ladder over. My tools flew across the hall as I hit the floor with a thud. I whimpered and pulled myself along the ground to get away from the pile of tools in case it sent something else my way. The knife changed direction and came at me again. I screamed and covered myself with my hands. A burning pain hit me as the knife sliced my arm and embedded itself into the wall behind me.
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