I was walking slower than usual,dragging my feet on the ground. It only took me about twenty minutes of walking that slow to get to my house. Go figures,I thought,When I actually want to go home it takes about and hour,but the time I'm dreading coming home it takes twenty minutes.Just my luck.I was slowly making my way up the paved path leading up to my front door,when I heard a commotion coming from inside and a girl wearing a blanket ran out and down the door and down the path.I was just opening the door,when dad ran up and opened it. He seemed a little stunned that I was there for a second,but then he came to his senses and started yelling real loud. 'WHERE ARE THEY,HUH? WHERE ARE YOUR MOTHER AND SISTER?' He yelled a lot more than that,but I was zoned out.I couldn't listen to him,I just couldn't,all I could think of was getting my bag and getting out of there.
But then he said something that I just couldn't ignore.What he said was 'You just wait until I get my hands on that little ---- Lyndsey.I'm going to beat her senseless,that little -----. The little brat that ruined my life,I'm going to kill her.' I couldn't take it any more.I just snapped. Looking back at it,I even suprised myself.I stopped and stared at my dad for about ten minutes,his words echoing in my head.He continued yelling but all I could hear were the words in my head 'Going to beat her senseless,Ruined my life,Going to kill her!' He looked over at him and just punched him.I tackled him,and I just kept punching him and kicking him until I could no longer feel my arms.I looked down at him.His nosewas bleeding,and he had a bruise forming around his eye,he was clutching his stomach and groaning.
I ran up the stairs,and walked into my bedroom.I looked around the mess on my floor until I found my bag.I was running down the stairs,when I realized that I should go get my pillow,since I was the only boy,I slept on the floor in our hotel room and it was real hard to fall asleep without a pillow.

I went back and got my pillow,and when I was running back down our spiral staircase,I realized something.Something looked different.My dad,he was no longer laying on the floor clutching his stomach.I looked around,he didn't seem to be anywhere close,so I ran stealthily into the living room.Iwas about to grab the cash off the table when my dad came running at me with a heater.He didn't realize that hte heater wasn't loaded,I had found it under his bed a few weeks ago and took out all th bullets in case of an incident like this.
He was running at me,when I suddenly remembered the 6-inch switch blade that i had in my back pocket.I pulled it out and flicked it open,hoping to scare him.But at this point nothing mattered to him,not his life,not my life,not anything.He was a lost man,and nothing could save him from himself.He tackled me,and I took the switch blade and stabbed him in the leg.He winced and moaned.He fell back onto the coach,I figured that after I had just stabbed my father I would feel bad or angry or something but I ddint.I just felt nothing.Then all the memories from the past six years came flooding into my head and I felt pure hatred.I felt glad,that I had finally gotten half the revenge I deserved for all those years of him beating me and hurting me,and mentally scarring my family.My real family,my Mother and my Sister.
Everything that happened after that,happened so fast that thinking about it, it seems just like one big blur.Nothing could have prepared me for the events that had happened in that one week.