Innocent Blood {A WoF Oc Story} By: Crunchy_PotatoGurl

Childhood (Part 2)

Here ya guys go!
Once again, I hope you like it
The feels are a flowin' ))

"Jackal!! Get your sorry ass back in here!"

I could hear my father yell from the broken-down house. His voice sent chills down my back

"Y-yes father! Coming!"

I quickly stood up, my friends getting the message and crawled/slithered away, while I ran back over to the house, bracing myself for what came next.
I opened the door, which made a loud "creak" noise, and slowly entered the house to see my dad drunk on the couch.
What a surprise.

"Jackal? That you?"

His voice had irritation in it. Crap.

"Y-yes.. You needed me-"

Before I could finish, father stood up and grabbed the collar of my shirt forcefully.

"Yes I needed you, little shit. Go get me the damn beer, NOW. Or else!!"

He slammed me to the ground and I could hear him mumble things that should hurt my feelings.
But it didn't, thankfully.

"O-ok... B-but......."

"BUT WHAT!!"

".....D-don't you think you s-should stop d-drinking for a bi-bit..?"

Now I've done it. Number one rule of obeying: "Never question the master"

"You think you can tell me what to do, you son of a bitch?!! Get over here!!!"

He reached out to me in anger and picked me up by my hair.
My parents have never EVER let me cut my hair, so it's at an average length. They probably just want something to grab when they're angry.

"A-AH!! I-IM SORRY IM SORRYY!!!"

I yelped in pain and he suddenly dropped me. Ow. I thought he would hold on for a little bit longer.
Then I realized: He passed out.

That's what you get for drinking too much, asshole.

I then got up and rubbed my head in pain. As I opened my eyes I looked over to the coffee table to see something shiny.
...
...
There was a kitchen knife.

I stared at the knife for quite some time. Until I had a WONDERFUL idea.
I can finally kill him! After all these years I. Can. Finally. Kill. Him.
I've never gotten this chance before, since, of course, I was much younger.
God has listened to my prayers.
Time to die, old man.

"....hehe....hahaha.."

I laughed psychotically as I approached my dad's passed-out body with the already used kitchen knife.

Today will be a good day..
For me.