Ace (H.S)

nine

                               May 12, 2013:

The never ending school year finally came to a halt. All I want to do is go to my house. A safe place. I just want to see my family again. I stand in front of the door with a smile spread across my face.

The smell of warm cookies my house sent through  me never seemed to get old. I knock once, the knock making me happier than I'd been in so long. But, no response. I knock again in confusion. Is nobody home on the day I come back?

I go against my judgment and bring my hand to the door knob, a shock of nervousness hits me as I do. I twist it to the side, letting the door to creak open a little bit as I do. I use my shoulder to push it further open.

Relief rushes through my body when I'm met with my front stairs, everything seems to intact. I let out a sigh and throw my bags to the side as I walk in. I'm not surprised my mom isn't here, but I can't help but wonder where my dad is. I look around and giggle, I'm so glad to be here again.

In confusion, I walk over to the kitchen, little did I know, this would be the worst choice of my life. I keep my eyes down at my shoes as I walk forward towards the room.

But when I finally am in, and I peer my eyes up, I see the most disturbing thing I'd ever been presented.

In front of me stands a man, dressed in a black suit, the top few buttons lay open to reveal a hairy chest which sits a eagle chain in the middle of it. His hair covered in gray holds sunglasses tucked behind his single pierced ears. He looks to be about sixty years old, and as rich as they come. A golden Rolex is placed on his wrinkly wrists.

My heart skips a beat, only to not beat again when I see the blood slathered all over his body, and what sits under it, never leaves my mind.

My father.

He has this look on his face, not of pain, not of anger, not of sadness, but instead...disappointment.

His eyes are filed with something I'd never seen before, something so hard to erase. It's like I could feel what he was going through, just by the glaze that goes through his yellow eyes.

I just stare at them as my emotions come to a halt, a shaky hand meets it's way to my mouth, covering any sounds I couldn't even make.

The only thing that brought me happiness, the only thing that I knew that I could trust that was going to be there for me, the only part of sanity I had left of me, now stands in front of me with an axe impaled into his fragile self.

My stomach drops to hell when the man standing above him meets his sharp black eyes with mine. I feel paralyzed, normal me would be smart enough to jolt out of here in a flash, but this...this.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" He shouts as he pulls the axe out of my still partially alive father.

I couldn't speak, my throat feels like someone had dropped a brick on it, instead, a single tear leaves my eye as I stare at the man.

"Are you going to watch the show princess?" He chuckles cruelty and turns back to him with his head draped down. I just shake my head barley once able to move the smallest amount, even though I know he can't see my movements.

I want to scream. I want to scream so loud. I want to tell him to stop, and I want to run away. But I cant.

Before I know it, the axe is thrown back into my fathers chest, a different type of pain hits me. Because now I know he's dead, and I didn't stop it.