Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-68.231.37.136-20190727155655

'''Keefe sat straight up in bed, his small, three-year-old body shaking. '''

'''He stared around at his cold dark room, tears running down his small face. Keefe knew he’d had a nightmare, but what had it been? He curled into a ball, shivering. What if somethings going to get me?! Keefe jumped as a small clatter sounded downstairs. Probably a *insert random house noise. Little Keefe reasoned. Then the paranoia hit. The small boy was crying so hard he was almost passing out from trying not to sob. He knew it would wake his parents, and then they would yell at his again. But, the noise came again. It was like his body was taken over by fear, as he sprang out of bed and raced to his parents' room, feet pattering. He pushed open the door. He sniffled as he as quietly as he could have, crawled into their bed and snuggled against his mom, trying not to shake too hard. His father stirred and sat up in bed. “What are you doing in here?” He asked gruffly. '''

'''Keefe made himself smaller. “Daddy, I got scared.” '''

'''Lord Cassius huffed. “Get out.” He glared at his young son. '''

“But Daddy-” 

'''“Out!” Cassius roared. '''

'''Keefe quivered. His mom woke, at that moment, unluckily. '''

'''“Cassius? Keefe?” Keefe heard her say, and saw her long hair move in the dark. She looked so much kinder with it down, Keefe thought. With a little hope, he wanted her to defend him, and tell him she’d protect him. '''

'''Instead, she wrinkled her nose. “Keefe, what are you doing here? Get out.”'''

'''Keefe looked down at his feet. “Mommy, I want-”'''

'''Cassius scoffed. “I want, I want, I want. Go to bed and let us sleep!” '''

'''Keefe looked once to his mom. '''

'''She’d already rolled on her back to sleep again. '''

'''Keefe slowly made his way to the door, crying gently. He looked at the dark hallway in terror. Keefe glanced at his dad again. He was already asleep. '''

'''Keefe couldn’t move in fear. So he just curled up outside the door on the cold floor, waiting for his parents to wake and yell. Again. '''  