I don't own any of the charaters, therefore don't sue
please, I'm just going to use them for awhile.
He stumbled through the door, drunk as usual. Mother was
sitting in the living room chair reading her book. He
walked up to her and grabbed the book, he threw it in the
fire place. Mother let a silent tear fall from her eye as
he pulled her from her chair.
"You whore! You filthy woman! You fuck any man that will
have you! Why did you have to break up our home?" he accused.
"I-I didn't. . . haven't, I swear." she stammered.
"You lie! You think you can fucking lie to me whore?" he
screams.
"No-no, I wouldn't lie. . ." she trailed off when she saw him
raise his hand in the air.
He hit her, hard. She screamed in agony, as he hit her two
more times. He hit her over and over, until she stopped
screaming and went limp. He threw her to the ground and
she spit blood out of her mouth as she died. He looked at
his dead wife and mumbled something, kicked the body, then
began to climb the stairs to his daughters room.
He looks at his daughter sleeping,in her safe bed, and begins
to laugh a evil laugh. Thinking of what he's going to do
to his child of eight years old. This baby and he's going to
hurt her, just as he did last night, and as he will tonight.
His smile grows wider as he walks towards her bed. The floor
groans beneath his weight. She wakes up and gasps, not wanting
his body on top of her again.
"No daddy, not again, please." she begs.
He ignors her cries and laughs to himself as he climbs onto her
little body. He begins kissing her neck and his fingers roam
her body. They go under her nightgown and she squirms trying
to get away. He rips her nightgown and she lets out a scream that
would turn your blood cold. He hits her, the sound of his hand
hitting her skin echoed throught the walls. The taste of warm
blood ran down her throat. She cried softly as her drunken
father kissed down her body. She thought/dreamed if mother
or maybe even brother, she'd be saved. This was a dream that
she thought would never come true.
Down the hall, in another room, her brother is pulling on a
shirt. He's worried he's not going to get to her in time,
he doesn't want his father to hurt her again. He rushes
out of his room, and into hers. He stops at the door and see's
his father on top of his defenseless sister. Rage goes through
his body and he grabs the man off of her. He knows he's going
to be punished, but it didn't matter as long as she didn't get
hurt. The man looks at him and the boy hits him in the face.
He looks over at his sister and nods, she runs out of the
room, down the stairs, and to the phone.
"Well that was noble of you, my foolish child. Now you will
take her punishment."
"I don't care old man! Bring it!" he says in that english
accent.
"Oh someones gotten brave, remember my boy, I can always lock
you under the stairs again."
He gets closer to the boy, the boy backs up then stops. The man
smiles an evil smile and the boy hits him in the face again.
The man grabs the boy and is filled with rage, looking into
those eyes of an innocent child. He begins to hit the boy
over and over.
Downstairs the girl is calling the police, she walks out of the
kitchen and into the living room. There she see's her mothers body.
Her face and hair is covered in blood, her hair covers her white,
unseeing eyes. 'He killed my mother,' she thinks,'now he's killing
my brother.'
"Hello?" a voice came from the other end of the phone on which
she had forgotten was in her hand.
"My daddy is killing my brother, he already killed mommy,
please help us, please." she begs as she drops the phone.
She drops to the floor and crawls to her mother's body. She
hears the cries of her brother and curls up against her mothers
body. She puts her face in the womans stomach; crying, hoping,
praying brother will be alright.
"You worhtless boy!" the man screams," You're the reason your
mother's dead! Your the reason I do these things! You will never
live up to the life that was planned for you!"
"No father!" the boy screams.
Theres another hit to the boy back. The man backs away from him,
not wanting to kill him yet. He's laughing that cruel laugh. The
boy is bruised and bleeding, he looks around the room with his
blurred vision. He spots a chair, not to far from his reach. He
grabs it and with every ounce of strength he has left he hits
the man with it. The mans legs go out and he falls to the
ground. The boy runs out the door and stumbles down the stairs.
He see's his sister lying on his mother's body, crying. A tear
falls from his eye as he walks towards them. He touches his
sisters shoulder. She looks up at him with a tear streaked face,
he falls to the floor and she jumps into his lap.The sound of
sirens can be heard in the distance. The father stands up and
goes downstairs. He see's his children and walks towards them.
"Look what you made me do!," he points at their mother," I killed
her because of you! Now you have to pay! Now you have to join her!"
The boy tightens his grip on the girl. The man is stronger and
pulls the child out of the arms of the boy. He throws her to the
ground and yanks the boy to his feet. The boy is weak and badly
beaten, it gives the man the advantage. The man lifts his arm up
and is about to hit the boy when an officer comes in holding a gun.
He stops to look at the boy and man.
"Stop right there!", the officer yells," Put the boy down, now!"
The man drops the boy and looks around, maybe he's trying to think
of how to get away. He doesn't see any possible way of leaving
so he looks at the officer.
"Look the boys gone mad! Look, he killed his mother, he tried to
rape his sister, and look at my black eye!"
The officer looks at the man, he isn't convinced. He walks calmly
over to the man and puts cuffs on his wrists. The man has to
be dragged out by two officers, screaming.
"I'll be back! I swear I will and when I do you'll die! Both of
you! I'll hunt you down like the dirty dogs you are!"
The children breath a sigh of relief.
END OF CHAPTER 1
please, I'm just going to use them for awhile.
He stumbled through the door, drunk as usual. Mother was
sitting in the living room chair reading her book. He
walked up to her and grabbed the book, he threw it in the
fire place. Mother let a silent tear fall from her eye as
he pulled her from her chair.
"You whore! You filthy woman! You fuck any man that will
have you! Why did you have to break up our home?" he accused.
"I-I didn't. . . haven't, I swear." she stammered.
"You lie! You think you can fucking lie to me whore?" he
screams.
"No-no, I wouldn't lie. . ." she trailed off when she saw him
raise his hand in the air.
He hit her, hard. She screamed in agony, as he hit her two
more times. He hit her over and over, until she stopped
screaming and went limp. He threw her to the ground and
she spit blood out of her mouth as she died. He looked at
his dead wife and mumbled something, kicked the body, then
began to climb the stairs to his daughters room.
He looks at his daughter sleeping,in her safe bed, and begins
to laugh a evil laugh. Thinking of what he's going to do
to his child of eight years old. This baby and he's going to
hurt her, just as he did last night, and as he will tonight.
His smile grows wider as he walks towards her bed. The floor
groans beneath his weight. She wakes up and gasps, not wanting
his body on top of her again.
"No daddy, not again, please." she begs.
He ignors her cries and laughs to himself as he climbs onto her
little body. He begins kissing her neck and his fingers roam
her body. They go under her nightgown and she squirms trying
to get away. He rips her nightgown and she lets out a scream that
would turn your blood cold. He hits her, the sound of his hand
hitting her skin echoed throught the walls. The taste of warm
blood ran down her throat. She cried softly as her drunken
father kissed down her body. She thought/dreamed if mother
or maybe even brother, she'd be saved. This was a dream that
she thought would never come true.
Down the hall, in another room, her brother is pulling on a
shirt. He's worried he's not going to get to her in time,
he doesn't want his father to hurt her again. He rushes
out of his room, and into hers. He stops at the door and see's
his father on top of his defenseless sister. Rage goes through
his body and he grabs the man off of her. He knows he's going
to be punished, but it didn't matter as long as she didn't get
hurt. The man looks at him and the boy hits him in the face.
He looks over at his sister and nods, she runs out of the
room, down the stairs, and to the phone.
"Well that was noble of you, my foolish child. Now you will
take her punishment."
"I don't care old man! Bring it!" he says in that english
accent.
"Oh someones gotten brave, remember my boy, I can always lock
you under the stairs again."
He gets closer to the boy, the boy backs up then stops. The man
smiles an evil smile and the boy hits him in the face again.
The man grabs the boy and is filled with rage, looking into
those eyes of an innocent child. He begins to hit the boy
over and over.
Downstairs the girl is calling the police, she walks out of the
kitchen and into the living room. There she see's her mothers body.
Her face and hair is covered in blood, her hair covers her white,
unseeing eyes. 'He killed my mother,' she thinks,'now he's killing
my brother.'
"Hello?" a voice came from the other end of the phone on which
she had forgotten was in her hand.
"My daddy is killing my brother, he already killed mommy,
please help us, please." she begs as she drops the phone.
She drops to the floor and crawls to her mother's body. She
hears the cries of her brother and curls up against her mothers
body. She puts her face in the womans stomach; crying, hoping,
praying brother will be alright.
"You worhtless boy!" the man screams," You're the reason your
mother's dead! Your the reason I do these things! You will never
live up to the life that was planned for you!"
"No father!" the boy screams.
Theres another hit to the boy back. The man backs away from him,
not wanting to kill him yet. He's laughing that cruel laugh. The
boy is bruised and bleeding, he looks around the room with his
blurred vision. He spots a chair, not to far from his reach. He
grabs it and with every ounce of strength he has left he hits
the man with it. The mans legs go out and he falls to the
ground. The boy runs out the door and stumbles down the stairs.
He see's his sister lying on his mother's body, crying. A tear
falls from his eye as he walks towards them. He touches his
sisters shoulder. She looks up at him with a tear streaked face,
he falls to the floor and she jumps into his lap.The sound of
sirens can be heard in the distance. The father stands up and
goes downstairs. He see's his children and walks towards them.
"Look what you made me do!," he points at their mother," I killed
her because of you! Now you have to pay! Now you have to join her!"
The boy tightens his grip on the girl. The man is stronger and
pulls the child out of the arms of the boy. He throws her to the
ground and yanks the boy to his feet. The boy is weak and badly
beaten, it gives the man the advantage. The man lifts his arm up
and is about to hit the boy when an officer comes in holding a gun.
He stops to look at the boy and man.
"Stop right there!", the officer yells," Put the boy down, now!"
The man drops the boy and looks around, maybe he's trying to think
of how to get away. He doesn't see any possible way of leaving
so he looks at the officer.
"Look the boys gone mad! Look, he killed his mother, he tried to
rape his sister, and look at my black eye!"
The officer looks at the man, he isn't convinced. He walks calmly
over to the man and puts cuffs on his wrists. The man has to
be dragged out by two officers, screaming.
"I'll be back! I swear I will and when I do you'll die! Both of
you! I'll hunt you down like the dirty dogs you are!"
The children breath a sigh of relief.
END OF CHAPTER 1