Loud voices could be heard through the paper thin walls and with each shout Danielle whimpered and tightened her arms around herself. Her parents fought a lot, like a lot a lot. Almost every night the two would yell at each other and her mom would throw things in either anger or sadness. Most of their fights were about her, her father didn't like her very much. He blamed all of his hardships and failures on her, even things that happened before she was born was somehow her fault. If it wasn't about her directly it would be about her biological father, Danielle's never met her real father but he still played an important part in her life.
You know that feeling just before you're going to snap, like something is stretched just to its limit. That's what Danielle felt right now, her fearful shaking turned into angry shaking and her tears dried and the fear slowly ebbed away and was replaced with burning rage. She tighten her fists and she can feel her short nails puncturing her soft skin but she can't feel the pain.
Danielle jump determidly to her feet after a particularly high shout, enough was enough. She push the door open and is stagger back in shock, some of that lingering fear come back and her legs start shaking. Her mom was lying motionless on the ground and a broken mirror was laying besides her, painted in her scarlet blood. Danielle rush to her side, ignoring her father who was pacing angrily a few feet away. She pushed her anger to the back of her mind, for now.
She gently shake her mother. "Mom? Mom wake up" but her mom stays motionless on the floor. That's when Danielle feel herself snap, the coil that was stretched to its limit burst and all of the suppressed anger and sadness burst out of her. A few stray tears mixed with anger and sadness roll down her pale cheeks and she reach over her mother's body and grabs a piece of glass from the broken mirror. Sha shakily get on her feet, overwhelmed by the strong feelings coursing through her body and start walking towards her father who hadn't moved since she got there.
"Why would you do that?" She hiss at him, waving her piece of glass.
"She made me do it, that whore" He bark back at her, not at all feeling threatened.
"My mom is not a whore" She emphasize every word with a violent swing of her weapon.
"Then why did she spread her legs and have you?" He ask Danielle with a raised eyebrow.
"You hadn't even met her when I was born!" Danielle shout and lunge at him.
Robert, her father fell to the floor when Danielle roughly landed on him and with a loud shout she slashed him across the chest with the glass. He let out a loud wail of pain when Danielle continuously slash him. His once white shirt was now red and the floor beneath them was spotty with scarlet puddles. She look down at Robert with burning hate in her eyes, her hands were shaking so badly from the anger that she could barely hold the glass. With a final slash over his throat Danielle watch with a twisted grin on her lips as the last of Robert's blood pulsed through the cuts on his body. He hadn't tried to get her off of her, maybe he was too paralyzed by the pain or he was just done with his life. She hoped it wasn't the second because that would mean that she put him out of his misery and that was not what she wanted this to be.
She push herself off of him and turn back to her mom, suddenly feeling tired. "Mom, he's gone. He's finally gone" She whisper to her mom while laying down besides her, her hands and clothes stained by the blood.
AN: Just to clear up any confusion regarding the Roberts. This chapter is about the first Robert and Robert the second is the one she killed in the first chapter in the book when she was singing. Hope that cleared up any confusion.