Fear

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Written first in Dutch, the challenge was writing about a feeling without naming it but by descriptions.
English is not my mother tongue.
Comments are welcome.
Please be civilized.

Submitted: July 01, 2019

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I heard them yelling, not unusual when he was home. Silently I sneaked through the hallway, keeping as close as possible to the walls. Rather pointless, because anyone opening the door would see me anyway, but it gave me a feeling of security, of remaining hidden. Or maybe I just read too many detective stories. 
I listened intently; on the one hand I didn't want to hear what they were arguing about, on the other hand a strange curiosity of what was going on. And moreover, what he would or wouldn't do today. 
My hand slipped over the keyhole before I pushed the doorknob down, slowly, minimizing the noise. My hands shook and the doorknob snapped loose with a bang. I stiffened and listened. No reaction. Carefully I pushed the door open. The concrete stairs, still not finished, were in front of me. 
One foot before the other I moved on. Up the stairs, round the corner. A loud bang on the table. Shattering glass. Five more metres before I would reach the relative safety of my room. Oof! The door to the basement opened and I heard him go down the stairs. Escaped this time. A little later I heard the car leave. I felt the tension slip away and dared to breathe again. 
Downstairs I heard her busying as if he were never there. 


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