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Which was why it was going to be so hard for him to kill her.
Brad sat up in his bed and stretched, taking a brief glance around his room. Something felt different. The atmosphere felt strange, unfamiliar. He shivered, blinking his eyes repeatedly and trying to calm his fast-beating heart. He swung his feet out of the bed and nearly jumped as they touched the floor. It was freezing, like his bedroom was an ice skating rink.
He got up slowly out of his bed, grabbing his robe and pulling it snugly over his body. As the early morning sun slowly came over the horizon, there was just enough light pouring in through the window for Brad to make his way to the door. Stepping into the hall, his curiosity was heightened as he sniffed the air. The familiar aroma of his father making coffee in the kitchen wasn�t there. His father, an old fashioned type of man, was always up at the crack of dawn and always ready to take care of another day�s worth of work. It was something that he had passed on to Brad, so to know that his father was not yet out of bed really worried him. He went to his father�s bedroom door and knocked.
�Dad?� he called. �Dad, are you up?�
A sick feeling washed over Brad�s entire body as he knocked again. There was no reply. The air felt colder and he shivered again. �Dad?�
Brad opened the door slowly and stepped into the room. A cold blast of air hit him and he saw that his father�s window was wide open.
�Jesus, Dad!� he said, rushing over to the window and slamming it shut. �Are you trying to catch cold?�
He looked over to the small lump on his father�s bed. In the dimmest of light, he could see that the old man was laying on his back, his eyes closed, sound asleep. Brad went over to the bed and sat on the edge of it beside his father, and he gently shook him.
�C�mon, Dad,� he shook some more. �Get up. It�s time to get ready for work.�
His father didn�t stir.
�Dad,� Brad became slightly panicked. �Dad! Wake up!�
After a couple of moments, Brad got up and ran to the light switch. He flipped it on, the sudden light searing into his retinas. He rushed back to the bedside.
His father wasn�t asleep. Instead, he was laying there in a pool of blood, his fragile body cold and pale.