It was semi normal when I was a little girl
It was semi normal when I was a little girl. Daddy would hit Mommy if he had too much to drink, or if he had a bad day at work. You see Daddy didn't have a regular job like a lawyer or a businessman. No, not Daddy. He wanted danger... Not a good life for himself and his family. Daddy sold drugs. Everyone knew it. I think mommy did too, but I guess she just didn't want to see it. I got ridiculed for him being the way she is and for Mommy being a spineless wimp... They said, "Daughter like mother!" He would also hit Mommy because I wasn't a boy. I don't know why it mattered if I was a guy or girl. Almost all the times he hit Mommy it was over me. Then I turned ten. Double digits as they say. The big one-oh. It was about ten o'clock and mommy was taking a long hot shower. Daddy didn't hit her for a month. She was his "perfect" wife as they say. She did everything she was told. I mean everything. If he said he was hungry she would hop up, stop whatever she was doing and ask what he wanted. If she had to go get it then cook it she would. It was pathetic. As I said mom was in the shower and as I walked through the kitchen I accidentally knocked over Snaps, my dog's food bowl. The brown and tan ovals were all over the place! I heard Dad jump out of his brown leather easy chair. I knew he was coming to see what happened. He stormed into the kitchen. What could I do run?? He would have caught me, but I wasn't that smart to know that at the time. So as you guessed I did the dumbest thing in the world I ran like a bat out of hell. I took a few steps I was almost at the door when he caught me by my arm and spun me back to face him.
"What did you do??" he asked harshly even though he already knew.
"I...I...I" I stuttered shakily.
"Out with it girl", he said more than a little annoyed.
"I spilt Snaps food by accident!" I cried.
"Well, then time for your punishment. You are old enough now..." he said as he smirked evilly at the thought of what he was going to do enter his mind.
After my tenth birthday every time something bad happened he blamed it on me. No matter who did it I got punished for it. He said I was a bad omen. For my punishment I got slapped, kicked punched and every thing in between. It was about a month after my birthday.
He walked up to me slowly and said, "Today was the day my son was conceived so today is the day you die!!"
I backed away slowly...
"I have had too live with you too long you bitch!!" He yelled.
He pulled out a shiny, silver knife. I hit the wall. He pinned me to it grabbed my hand and sliced into the face of it the kanji for love as he did this he said, "This is so you never forget that no one will love you... EVER! You are too worthless to love!"
Right before he stabbed me in the heart I grabbed his hand that was welding the knife and pushed back with all my force. He was stronger. So I bit him. His blood tasted good so I licked it off my lips. He dropped the knife. It clattered by my feet. I bent down and snatched it up as he staggered back clutching his hand. Cursing his devil daughter and the ground she walks on.
I yelled, "Don't come any closer"
He yelled, "You are going to die for that!!"
He lunged at me crackling the whole time as a cruel smile spread across his face. It happened so fast. I killed him. I didn't mean to, but it just happened. The knife protruded from his chest. One last wheezing breath escaped his lips as he fell on top of me. His blood oozed out covering me.