Chapter 1!
I sighed. Well, he's got another one...
My Bastard of a Farther Is wrecking Someone else's life, with his sick entertainment. My Father was a Rapist, Paedophile and Murderer. That's right. He Killed my mother. Beat her to death. Almost all of the Time he'd bring men home. Or even teens. But no one knows about this, I can't tell anyone either. He'd kill me too...
Laying back on my Bed I waited. For the Screams or the bangs as he fought to get them tied to his bed. But. Today. Was Nothing of the sort... There Was Sobbing... No Screaming or fighting. I frowned, this can't be a Girl can it? No... He's Not that Bad... But He Is...FUCK! I need to know! I'll try save her. I Sat up. The sound of skin hitting skin made me flinch, the sobbing was harder. This Was a girl, I could tell. I stood, grabbing the Knife off my table on the way out. Taking a deep breath in I stepped onto the badly lit landing, my breathing quickened as I made my way down the steps to the Second floor of my house. The shouts were louder now, so was the sobbing. Another slap and the sound of something falling. I reckon that one was to the face or neck,but it defanatly had some force behind it. Another slap and a loud scream. There was a break in the noise. I was shaking, breath caught in my throat. There was a faint sound of a zip being pulled, and a Shaky girls voice began to plead that he would stop. But a laugh cut her off. Skin hitting skin rang in my ears... Well. Here it goes...
I ran in Stabbing the Knife into the back of his neck making him scream, but still he punched the girl on the floor. Her Arms were covering her face in a feeble attempt to protect her self. She was Practically hysterical. Well, Wouldn't you be? I looked down at my fathers dying body as it bled on the floor, I couldn't help but kick the knife so that it moved into a nerve cluster.
Turning away from my fathers body I looked at the Victim, She was Still crying. But these were silent tears but her body still convulsed. She Sniffed up. Curling up into a tighter, smaller ball.
Kneeling down I placed my hand lightly on her shoulder. She Flinched back. God, She looked so Fragile. Something dark and red had been spilt on the floor, despite that. I shuffled closer.
''Um...'' my mouth was dry and My Voice was shaking. ''Miss? A-are you okay?'' She lifted her head slightly, she was shivering and her lips were blue. Shaking her head I scooped her into my arms, she was very under weight. By the time we'd got to the stairs she had passed out. The blood on the floor was hers, it was coming from a gash on her head.