Logan woke up and quickly got a shower, afterwards she cleaned the house before going out and feeding the dogs. She went back into the house, seeing her 48 year old uncle sitting at the bar in the kitchen, beer in hand. "I see you cleaned the house." he said, making the 5'3" woman tense, and become wary as she answered, knowing how violent he could get when drunk/buzzed and angry. "Yes. And I also went out and fed the dogs." She replied, and her uncle nodded. "Make me breakfast, will ya?" he asked, and Logan quickly nodded, walking into the kitchen and looking in the fridge. "Is eggs and bacon with buttered toast okay?" she asked, her voice smooth as silk. "Yeah. Make em scrambled." he grunted, and she nodded to herself. "Okay." she says. "Want me to grab you another beer before I start the eggs?" Logan asked, and her uncle nodded before gulping the last swallow of the alcohol and sitting the bottle back on the bar top. Logan quickly grabbed a beer and opened it before handing him the beer and tossing the cap into an ashtray. "Thank ya, dear." he said, putting the bottle to his lips, and taking a drink. "Of course." Logan says, before getting the things needed for breakfast out of the fridge and cupboard.
After he ate breakfast, he grabbed the keys to the 1990 Ford Bronco, and sped out down the driveway to go get more beer. Logan sighed, wondering why her parents hated her enough to leave her with the abusive alcoholic. She quickly cleaned the kitchen and did the dishes to avoid getting beaten by her drunk uncle, and almost jumped in fear when the front door slammed shut. Her uncle came up behind her and grabbed her by her brunette hair, yanking her towards him and slamming her into the counter. She grabs the empty bottle off the counter, and swings her arm behind her blindly, she hits something hard, and her Uncle's rough grip on her disappears instantly, a distinct thud is heard. She quickly turns around, seeing her uncle unconscious on the kitchen floor. She grabs his feet and drags him into the living room, laying him on the couch before she goes into a slight panic, tangling her fingers in her hair. She heard someone approaching her, so she grabbed her pocket knife and spun quickly, finding someone standing behind her with a butcher knife. "One more move and I'll kill you." the person threatened. "You'll be doing me a favor, then." She says, and takes a daring step forward. The man wore a dark grey blood stained hoodie, and blood-soaked blue boot-cut jeans with brown steel-toed boots. He wore a blue facemask on his face, the eyes of the mask were dripping a black substance. "I know you.. you wouldn't hurt a thing.." he muttered. "Correction; you stalked me, that's how you know me,
...Eyeless Jack."
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