"No, dad please! Don't do this. I'm begging you, please," I pleaded. I pulled recklessly on the ropes restraining my hands. I could feel them leaving burns on my wrists.
"Shut up Chloe," my dad yelled.
He held the knife against her throat. She was trying to fight against my father and he nicked her throat with the knife and that caused blood to trickle down. She was crying, begging my father to let her live.
"I'm sorry! I won't do it anymore. Put the knife down please," she begged.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch," my dad said.
She shut her mouth with tears streaming down her cheeks. She looked at me as if hoping I could save her. I kept pulling on the restraints but it wouldn't budge.
My father looked at me and said, "Maybe this will teach you not to cross me again." My father tilted her head up and ran the blade across her throat. Blood spurted out of the opening and she was choking on her own blood. He let her body drop below him. He let the knife drop beside her.
"NOO! Please No! Oh my god," I screamed. "No, please," I begged with fat tears streaming down my face. She was clawing at the opening on her neck trying to breathe. Her hands eventually dropped to the floor beside her and she stopped moving completely.
"Please help. Someone he-," I screamed but could not finish. My fathers hands were around my throat and I could not scream any longer.
"I thought I told you to shut up," he screamed in my face. He kept the painful pressure on my throat. I started seeing black spots. My vision started to get very blurry.
The last thing I saw before the darkness took me was the image of her dead, naked, bloody body laying on the floor; imprinted in my mind forever.
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Miele
Romansa"Do you trust me Remi?" "I don't trust anyone." "Why not?," he asked. " Because every time I trust someone, they end up reminding me why I shouldn't trust anyone at all." * Remington Taylor is a girl from a small town called Ashland in Nebraska. A t...
