"AVA GET YOUR FUCKINg WORK DONE!"
"Yes sir"
"MARGOT YOU WERE SLEEPING WITH THE CASHIER AT TARGET"
His deep voice shakes my core I don't like it he's a bitch to my mom and me.
"No why are you yelling at me"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP aND ANSWER ME"
He walks to the counter that has a butchering block full of knives.i grab his phone that is next to me putting it in my waist band going to the bathroom calling 911.
"My dad is yelling at my mom with a knife in his hand......Elmer's street 12278.....I'm 10.....ok.....my mom is screaming I have to go help her!"
Hang up then drop the phone in the sink.running downstairs I see a pool of blood underneath my mom I cover my mouth then run to my room locking the door....
