Tracey's P.O.VCould this really be Dad? I thought, forcing my voice to stay firm. "Come out. I know you're there." No response. Just closer movements…I held the knife tightly, standing still, my heart beating fast from fear.“Whoever is there…this isn't funny.“ I muttered, more to myself than his hearing. All of a sudden, I felt a hand shot out from the darkness, grabbing me my wrist. I gasped, instinct kicking in as I twisted sharply, yanking my arm free.I distance enough from him…my other hand already lifting the knife to what I think was his direction.“W-who the hell are you?“ I stammered, tightening my grip against the knife.I could hear the cold chuckle of the man in front of me, then followed by a dead silence.At this point, I was fucking creeped out, my palm sweaty.That in no way sounded like my dad, so who was this and what did he want from me?But before I could even think further, whoever it was moved faster, his strong hands gripping onto my wrist for the second t
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