"Eric Godwin!" Veronica screeched.
I opened my door to my room, and started to walk down the steps when I saw Veronica. She was on her stomach, and blood was steaming across the floor. I laughed inside myself because I knew one day someone besides myself would want to stab her. Veronica was groaning, and she stopped moving. I rushed to her side with my blue cell in my hand, I called 911.
"Hello, 911 emergencies. How may I help you?" She said sounding unnaturally calm if not monotoned.
"My step-mom!" I screeched. "She is bleeding. I think she is dying! She won't wake up?"
My heart was breaking. I knew if dad woke up and found us like this, I'd go to jail for killing my step-mom. Even in death, she loved to torment me. I bet if she wasn't dead she'd be rolling on the floor laughing her butt off. I hated this woman, and I hoped she'd go to heaven, so I don't see her in hell.
"Sir? Sir?! Are you still there?" the monotone woman urged.
"Yes! I'm still here! Her stomach has a giant hole in it! I can't find her heart! It's not between the lungs!!! What do I do??? What? WHAT DO I DO?!?!?!? TELL ME!!!" I basically screamed at her.
I was freaking out. I mean, sure, she was a witch, but she had a heart. Literally! I'm pretty sure she did! I felt a bile rising in my throat. I was going to be sick. What was I supposed to do? What? She had no heart! I couldn't see her heart anywhere.
"Sir, where are you?" the lady asked once again in monotone.
"I'm at my house. Um.. I mean... I'm at 4642 RiverRun Court." I schreeched.
"O MY GOD!" I screamed. I saw a trail of blood. I followed it.
"Sir? Sir?" I faintly heard the lady on the phone say.
I walked into my kitchen, and I saw my dad. He just sat there laughing to himself. He was covered in blood. Her blood! What was happening? I wanted to scream, and run the hell away, but I was stuck.
"Eric! Come here please!"my dad yelled as he turned. "Oh good! You're already here."
"Dad! What was wrong with you?!" just kept running through my mind. I didn't know what to do. I ran back past Veronica to the door behind her corpse. I opened it, but dad slammed it shut before I had a chance to get through it. He smiled bright and big. I screamed when I saw the blood upon his teeth.
"Aw.. What's wrong?" He asked me as if he saw me moping around the house.
"Do you know what? I think I have a hunch on what's wrong." He paused. "You know what's going to happen next."
My stomach lurched to my throat. I had to get away. I knew I could no longer stay here in this spot. I tried to get up but dad sat on top of me. The knife in his hand sparkled red fire. My head was screaming, Why? WHY?My dad leaned over so my head touched the floor.
"What's wrong Angie?" my dad whispered.
Angie was my mom. My real mom. She left us, when I was eight. I had her eyes, and that was what my dad was staring into. He looked pained, really confused, and sad. He looked that way when she first left when I had to do all the cooking. I remembered the pain and terror in him when she left. He used too burn himself, and he always tried never to show emotion when he was around me. But I remembered hearing him at night cry himself to sleep. He was always so cautious with me. He just told me he didn't want to hurt me, but... I think he didn't want me to see him cry. I remember him saying a lot when I was younger, "Men don't cry that's what a woman is for." I remembered that.
Where was that gentle dad now? Who the hell was this new crazy one? I want to go back. I want to help you, but what the hell have you gotten yourself into?? Dad!
