Bulletproof Love {Kellic} - Haitus

Prologue

 A scream woke me up.

 It chilled me to the bone, the frequency was so high-pitched. My five-year-old self crept downstairs to where it came from. More cries of pain came from the living room, getting louder as I got closer.

 I wonder what's going on...

 Oh, my God! Ugh.. what's that smell? I'm gonna be sick. I covered my mouth and gagged. The sight before me was gruesome. My mom was held up off the floor by her hair which was grasped by none other than my dad.

 They both looked unreal, like a bad dream I would soon wake up from. My mom was smeared in so much blood, it was hard to tell where it was coming from. She also had bruises and had two black eyes. Her hair was matted, and the strands of hair that my father wasn't holding floated around her head, like a perpetual halo. Her makeup ran down her face in black lines which were mixed in with tears and blood. My dad was covered in sweat and his hair was sticking up in all directions.

 All my attention was fixed on the knife in his left hand. My dad began stabbing my mom repeatedly and really fast, the knife chafing against her clothes and internal organs. Each time the knife pierced her, a piece of me died.

 After what seemed like an eternity, I finally managed to let out a choked sob. My dad heard this and his head snapped towards me and he let go of my mom. Out of instinct, I ran back to my room as my mom fell to the floor, lifeless and she said her last words.

 "Run, Kellin...I love you..."

 Once my door was locked, I replayed the events that happened before me. I witnessed my mother's murder and I didn't even try to save her. The guilt plagued me, consumed me, I couldn't cry, I just sat there, breaking inside. My father began to hit the door, startling me. At some point, he gave up and left me alone in my shame.

 Eventually, I fell asleep, but I had terrible nightmares, so I woke up soon after. All the blood in the living room might come out of the carpet, but not my mind. I imagined myself soaked in my mother's blood, the blood was on fire, burning my skin off, flames licked at my pale skin. I jolted up from the floor, where I had fallen asleep. I ran my hands over my body, my face, my arms, anything to make sure the imaginary, flaming blood was just that, imaginary.

 I noticed a slip of paper in front of my door that wasn't there before, as though it had been slid in between the space between the door and the carpet. I reached for it, tentatively, afraid of what might jump out at me. Thankfully, nothing did, but as I opened the note, the words written plagued my mind for the next couple of years.

 Kellin,

 Do not tell anyone what you saw. Keep your moth shut. If you don't, I'll do the same to you and them, watch out. ;)

 With love, Dad

 Well that's a cruel as fuck note. So he wants me to keep my mouth shut?

 That can be arranged...