"You're a fucking worthless bitch!" he yelled at me, aiming another kick to my gut. I cringed in pain as his boot made contact with my already bruised flesh. "Just like your whore of a mother was."
He pulled me to my feet by the collar of my shirt and, not letting go of me, he slapped me hard across the face, and I mean hard. I could taste the blood in my mouth from the cut on my right cheek. I could feel tears stinging my eyes and tried my hardest not to let them fall. It would only be seen as weakness in his eyes, and if he thought I was weak I'd be in for much worse.
He dropped me and pushed me away with enough strength to make me stumble and fall.
"Now be a good girl and get dinner ready," he said in a caring fatherly voice, the malice in his words was well hidden.
"Yes Daddy," I said somehow making it to my feet and walked into the kitchen. I got out a pot and filled it with water and started to cut up vegetables I had gotten from the crisper in the fridge. I put the vegetables in the pot and the pot on the stove to boil; I then proceeded to take out the steak and began to chop it up. I tried to concentrate solely on the task at hand and not the loud noises of the TV in the living room or my father's loud obnoxious laughter or the thought of running the knife I was holding across the horrible mans throat. No don't even think about it! That was to kind a death for him, now if I were to take one of the larger kitchen knives, the largest we owned, and repeatedly ram it into his chest twenty seven times. Haha that ought to just about to it.
I was so caught up in my thoughts of murderess revenge I jumped about six feet in the air when the air when the phone started ringing.
"Hello?" I said into the receiver, my voice not giving away the fact that I had just had a mini heart attack.
"Hey babe, your dad home?" came the horribly familiar voice of Tom Johnson, my father's drug dealer.
"Yeah, I'll just get him," I said, picking up the cordless and walking it into the living and giving it to the drunk I called 'daddy'.
I walked back into the kitchen and resumed cutting up the meat, trying to ignore the vulgar sounds of my father's voice seeping through the thin walls. I tried to ignore the conversation for the most part. That was, until, something peeked my curiosity.
"What about her?"
Her? By her did my father mean me?
"I dunno fifteen or sixteen something like that, why?"
I'm fourteen Dumbass!
"What, your saying you'll give me all that for just one night with 'er? ... Alright, you got yourself a deal."
What?
"Just come around tomorrow and bring the pot, you can take her and have your night with her then... Yeah see ya mate."
I heard a click as he turned the phone off.
And just like that something snapped. I don't know what it was, maybe my tolerance for that dreadful man, or probably my sanity. But whatever it was, it had snapped, and that side of me that wanted revenge that side that was growing bigger and bigger each day, she was going to have her way tonight.
I walked across the kitchen and opened a draw, pulling out the largest knife we owned. I hid it behind my back and walked back to the room my father practically lived in.
I stopped behind the couch he was sitting on, the knife still held firmly in my grasp.
"Dad," I said, waiting for him to turn around and acknowledge me.
"Hm?" he grunted, not taking his eyes off the TV.
"Daddy," I said again.
"God what!" he asked, turning around.
And I lunged, as quick as a snake I rammed the knife straight through his throat, twisting it several times before pulling it out again. I didn't even wince as the dirty bastards blood squirted up and got all over my face. With a cruel smile curving my lips, a rammed the knife straight through his chest to where I knew his heart resided. I pulled the knife out and did it again, and again, and again, and again. Watching the blood spill from the wounds and pooled around my hands. I relished in the feel of the blood from his neck wound hitting my face and running down my neck to the very little cleavage I dared show when around him and his friends.
Suddenly I stopped. Okay, that's enough! I thought to myself. Taking several steps back, I got a chance to actually look at my handiwork, and gasped. How could I actually do that to someone? Well I know how I did it of course; I'd have to be an idiot not to. And there was so much blood.
I took several more steps back, still grasping the knife.
I began to panic. My breathing became shallow and my heart rate accelerated. I. Just. Killed. Someone!
I turned and ran, heading for the back door. I ran out as fast as I could, I quickly jumped the fence and kept running as fast as I could to the creek I knew that ran behind the house. And all the while, I WAS STILL HOLDING THAT BLOODY KNIFE!
Beyond stood behind a rather large tree and watched in on the 'happy' family scene, he watched as the old balding blonde man beat up a young raven haired girl, he watched as the girl exited the room and watched as she re-entered the room a few minutes holding a phone. The girl handed it to the man and exited the room again. Beyond watched as the man talked about selling his daughter's body for drugs, a look of disgust etched onto his face. And Beyond watched as the raven haired girl entered the room yet again, he watched as she stabbed the man in the throat, his blood coating half the girls pretty face and staining it bright red, he watched as she then repeatedly stabbed him in the heart about twenty seven times. She must have heard what he said on the phone. Beyond continued to watch as said girl began to freak out and ran out of the house.
Well hell, Beyond had planned on murdering the two while they slept, but that had just blown a rather large hole in said plan. He supposed he could still kill the girl.
No, Beyond thought, I have a better idea. And with a twisted smile, Beyond went to find the girl.
I sat under a tree and began to weep. Why did I do it! ... Oh yeah, that's why. Well that's just great! I had no place to go and I was probably going to get charged with murder!
Wonderful just wonderful.
Suddenly I heard a twig snap. I snapped my head in the direction it came, I was about to tell whoever it was to fuck off! When I stopped and actually looked at the person.
He wore baggy jeans and a long-sleeved shirt; he was pale with ebony hair and large bags under his eyes. Nothing wrong with that, I hear you say? Well it was his eyes, as soon as I looked at his eyes I felt all the blood drain from my face and the words caught in my throat. They were blood red and seemed to hold death in them. I was suddenly very glad a still had the knife.
"That was quite a performance you gave back there," he said, his voice was smooth and comforting, but at the sometime dangerous and incredibly deadly.
I felt my hands shake as I brought the bloodied knife to my chest and shakily tried to stand.
"Don't even think about it!" he hissed, his voice suddenly very harsh. He pulled out a knife, one significantly larger then my own. In a few small strides he was standing next to me, his knife to my throat, his free hand pulling on my long unruly hair.
I was completely frozen in fear, I literally couldn't move.
"What you did back there, was nothing compared to some of the things I've done," he said, his breath tickling the back of my neck.
He realised me and stepped back.
"I can help you," he walked around me and back to where he had originally been standing. "It's your choice."
I looked around; I was at a complete loss. I didn't have anywhere to go and I had just murdered a man.
"But," the man continued. "Good luck avoiding the police without me."
He had I point, I'd give him that.
And he turned to leave.
I took one last look around, looking for something, anything that could stop me from what I was about to do.
Coming up empty, I ran after him.
After all, what choice did I have?
Hello everyone! Well this is my new BBxOC story!
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One little thing I need to get out of the way before we continue this lovely chat
DISCLAIMER: I do not own death note and no matter how hard I try I will never own it.
So next chapter you get to find out her name, hopefully
Mello: what, you haven't even figured out a name for her yet?
Me: what are you doing here you're not in this story
Mello: Beyond let me in
Me: BEYOND!
Beyond: *fingers knife menacingly* yes?
Me: oh nothing * backs away*
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