Again the knock resounded on the fragile glass window. Initially, a response wasn't heard, so he placed another now; this time, a more raucous one. Briefly, he waited, hoping to get answered, yet everywhere was quiet. “Is she asleep or what?” he questioned while crawling more closely to the window. He leaned closer, placing his face on it, withstanding the dirt that stuck unto the window. Those peering eyes of his roamed around the dark room, hoping to see her awake, but the reverse was the case. “Did that fucker do it again?” his voice was laced with anger as he maintained his gaze on the seemingly lifeless body of a girl who laid on a tattered bed. Skillfully yet noiselessly, he pulled the window upwards then slid discreetly into the crappy room—originally, it's met to be a basement, but Mr. Kiel proclaimed it as her bedroom. Kiera. “Kiera!” Greg called out in a whisper. He expected her to snap from her slumber, but not today, so he proceeded. Greg found the light switch, which
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