The Killer I love

Chapter 1

Screams... angry screams to be exact is all I hear except for a few bottles shattering. Sounds like they're being thrown. I'm wondering why.. why my mother deserves this? Every single day I wonder what my mother did that my father hates her so much. Is it even my mothers fault? I don't even know anymore.. and to be honest at this point I don't really care what she had done if she even did anything wrong. Fact is.. what my father does is just wrong.. that's just a fact. The things my father does to my mother is nothing a person should EVER experience. Not even your worst enemy.

After a few moments I hear an loud noise.. it sounds like some heavy objects is being thrown, I'm really afraid for my mother at this point. My fear gets worse when the yelling from my middle aged father, named Jared stops. The yelling was already a pain to listen to and not being able to do anything against it. And now I get silence. I wish the yelling was back. I know that sounds cruel but the silence could mean EVERYTHING. It could mean, what is very unlikely, they stopped but it could also mean something way worse. If I hear yelling my mind at least knows what is happening. I know the shouting is wrong and something not good is happening but when there's silence I know nothing. The weird thing is people just need the safety to know what is happening, even if it's bad, they need to know or they'll go insane about it.

Who am I to judge? I'm exactly like that.
Inside my head I'm still hoping they just stopped but as soon as I hear my father's panicking voice cry out: "Evelyn, are u alright? Please say something, I'm sorry." All my hopes just fade into thin air. I know something bad just happened. Before I could think or do anything about it my body starts sprinting downstairs. And I don't know why my body is doing this? Is it fear? Is it curiosity? At this point I don't care.

I rush into the kitchen and see my father, a whiskey bottle wich bottom end is shattered and some blood sticking on it. I look at my fathers face that looks really panicked and I just look into his brown eyes and I see a trace of.. regret? I keep looking at my father, I notice his nose has a few tiny splashes of blood on it, I notice again how bad his skin is and how many pimples it has. I see that his lips are a little apart from each other. It seems like he is in shock. I don't know why exactly tough. Now I notice that there are some splashes of blood on his beard and on his hair. He has a buzzcut and brown hair so it's pretty easy to see. I look at the ground now to see a little blood pool. I see all the different shades of red. It looks weirdly beautiful. These thoughts fade as soon as I remember what situation I am in. I look around the whole kitchen. On the right side on the counter I see a lot of alcoholic drinks.

Then I look to the left and I'm just terrified. I see my mother, pretty normal you'd think. Well, not in this scenario. Her black hair are really tangled and some are pulled out really aggressive, she also has some blood on them. When I look at her face I'm even more in shock. Her eyes look pretty normal if we ignore the fact her eyes look at my father in a lot of fear. Her nose and mouth and everything is in blood but except for that also normal. But when I see her forehead I see a really big wound that has some glass fragments that are also drowned in blood. There's a lot of blood running out of the wound and it looks really brutal. It looks really disgusting to be honest, but right now I couldn't care less about that.

I look in between my mother and father a few more times before I feel a warm tear running down my really cold cheek. A few moments later it just becomes more and more until my vision starts to get really blurry. My parents seem to notice me now, they look at me. My mother saying things like: "Don't worry, Honey, I'll be fine, I promise." But I could hear in her voice that she was just lying. My father saying something like: "Go to ur room, and don't worry about it, your mom is gonna be fine." But at this moment I couldn't care less about anything any of them said and I just want to get out of here. I feel like I can't breathe anymore. So I just run to the front door in order to go outside and calm down and call the police and an ambulance. Right as I am at the door and turn the door knob, nothing happened. It is locked. When I look to my right on the little table where we always keep the key, it is gone. I am slightly confused why they took away every key and locked everything. My father comes to the door as well and said: "You can't go outside now."

I'm confused and afraid at the same time. I want to say something but I just can't. My brain has a lot to say but my mouth couldn't bring anything except for some sobs out. I feel like I'm about to pass out and I am so overwhelmed. "W-what did you do to her? Call an ambulance.", I manage to get out after a few moments while sobbing. "Honey, I'm so so sorry for what I did. Please go to your room, your mother will be fine.",he replies. I can hear in his voice that he
isn't sorry and just saying that so I still like him. It is too late for that anyway. I am so overwhelmed and I don't know what to do so I just listen to him and sprint in my room. I instantly lock the door and sit down on the floor while leaning my back against the door.

I burry my head in my hands and just cry.
And cry..
cry..
cry.
..Till in the early morning hours.

Author's Note:

I FINALLY UPDATED :D
I know there isn't single reference from the reddit story but in the next chaos there will ne

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