Emotional Wreck

It's all up to Fate

My mom whispers that everything will be okay. I hope so..
"Listen Meredith. I know you are in there. If I have to break into that room... You won't be the only one I hurt. Now I suggest if you care about your precious little angel, you would come out now." The voice sends shivers down my spine.
"I have to go. Clip the ladder and run. Run far and fast. Take your phone and your charger. I'll get ahold of you as soon as I can. Go Rhi." My moms insists.
"No. I can't leave you here. Come with me." I tremble as the tears start to pour again.
"I can barely walk sweetie, just go. I love you. I'll be fine. You'll be fine. Just go. Please. You'll be safer." My Mom says as she kisses my hand.
"I'm not leaving without you. We fight this battle together." I say squeezing her hand tighter.
"You have 5 minutes Meredith. Or I'm coming in."
"Rhianna just go. Please." My mom says crying. "He is very powerful. I don't want him touching you. Go angel. Go." My mom says. She instructs me to get up but I refuse. I stand up and take the dim light of my phone and turn around to the top shelf of my closet. I can barely see, but I guess I can see enough. I grab an old shoebox where I keep all my possessions and I pull it down to the floor and I start ripping things out until I come across my two pocket knives. They come in handy when you need them. I hand one to my mom and take one for myself. Right then the door bursts open and we are just in my closet. I stand there like an idiot, trembling. Not sure of what to do. Maybe he will see the ladder and the open window and think we left..
Nope. He furiously rips open the closet door and stares directly at me.
"You think you're all bad and tough there girl. Don't you?" He says staring at my knife. I can smell the trace of alcohol deep in his breath.
"Don't come near either of us. I will hurt you... And you don't want that. So just leave and there won't be any issues." I say holding my knife up making it more visible. He just laughed in my face.
"This is my house you little bitch. You listen to me." He says as he slaps me across my face. I feel the pain in my face and I start to tingle.
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" My mom yelled as she took the knife and slit his leg open right below the knee. She was still on the floor unable to get up.
"STUPID BITCH DONT WANT TO DO THAT." He yells as he kicks my mom right in the chest. Then he pulls out a gun on me. The gun is pointed directly at me. All I want to do is see if mom is okay, but I'm scared the second I look away, he'll kill me.
"Now. You out your little knife down, and hand your mother over to me. I'll leave you alone and she can come with me."
He says smiling.
"You're funny if you think that I will ever give my mom up for you." I say. I don't want to drop my knife because it's all I have, but I don't want him to shoot and he could either way.
"Then I'll just have to kill you first." He says laughing. He holds the gun more seriously and points it at my head.
"No. Jeff. I'll go with you. Leave Rhianna alone." Mom says from the floor. She's gasping for air.
"No Mom." I say as I feel another hot tear fall.
"See what I mean? She'll give up anything for you. Hahahahaha. That's why I had to threaten you to get her. See how that works?" He says cackling at me.
"No. You cannot get to my mom over my dead body." I say as I stand a little straighter. He suddenly reaches down and pulls my mom onto her feet.
"Get the fuck up you stupid whore." He says flying her into the air.
"Don't touch her." I say as I pull her closer to me.
"What you gonna do little bitch?" He says yanking my mom from my arms with the gun to her head. "You take one step closer.. I'll just kill her. You let me take her, I'll kill her anyway. It's a matter whether you want to watch your mom die or not." He smirks.
"You're a sick bastard. Give me her. And leave us alone." I say. I suddenly find myself lunging forward towards him with knife in hand. My mom falls to the floor in a heap and I'm on top of my fathers chest with a knife to his neck. "Drop the gun." I exclaim. He looks at me with innocent eyes which distracts me from the real reason I'm holding a knife to his throat. He is my father. He may not be the best human being but he is still human.. All of a sudden pain shoots through my leg as a sound rings through the entire house. Tears spring from my eyes as I collapse to the floor in pain. I scream in agony. "No. Please!." I exclaim whilst trying to hold back my tears.
"Don't hurt her. Take me." My mother says crawling towards the sick excuse of a man.
"No. I will. I'm killing her first." He says pointing to me. "Rhianna Marie Taylor.. Tsk tsk. Where do I start? I never wanted you in the first place. You were a mistake. An ugly mistake too. You're barely even human. You're gross and nasty, you little slut. Say goodbye to the world around you." Next thing I know, my life flashes before my eyes. As the gun gets raised slower and slower, I remember memories. Flashbacks. When my father was a good guy. He wasn't half bad. I start to cry and I can barely see anymore. My tears make my vision blurry and I can't do anything about it. I wanna scream and cry, but that won't do anything to help this issue. He'd probably shoot me sooner. This is my fate. This is how I'm going to die. All these years of being beaten have all lead up to this one night.. Where my life will be taken by one of my own parents on my bedroom floor..