Not Your Average Nerd

A killer

"No! Daddy please! Please not again... I-"

"Shut up you weak little girl." My dad spat, locking the door. I start crying, knowing exactly what is about to happen. He turned around and walked towards me. I tried to run, but he just grabbed my arm and pushed me onto the bed.

"Daddy! Please! It hurt-" he punched my face. That told me then and there to keep my mouth shut.

He grabs my shirt and rips it off, throwing it somewhere. I was bawling. He does the same thing with my pants, then grabs my wrists, tying them above my head. My ankles where next. I knew what was about to happen. It happened every day.

"Please..." I mumbled once he zipped down his pants. He hovered over me and held my neck tightly. "Shhh. Baby this will be all over soon."

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Two weeks later, I walked into the house from afterschool. I had one task in mind. I was sick of my dad. Sick of being raped, beaten, abused. Nobody dared to stop him. My mom and brother both sat in the living room, listening. Watching. Everyone was scared to stop him.

For eight years... He raped and beat me. From seven years old... To fifteen. I'm tired of being scared. So today, I'm getting rid of him. Once and for all.

I throw my bookbag on the ground and pull out my gun.

This ends now.

I hear him walk down the hall, towards me. I cock my gun. Don't chicken out now, Aaron. You've already gone this far. It's too late now.

I can't take this anymore. No fucking cops will believe me when I've told them about him. All my family denys it. And I don't give a shit about going to jail. At least I know my dad won't hurt me in there.

I hear the footsteps coming closer. Heavy footsteps. I pull the gun closer, fighting my shaky grip.

Once I hear the footsteps in the hallway, I turn around it and short down the hall, hitting him right in the chest.

"A-Aaron..." I gasp when I hear my mom's voice. I look in horror in front of me.

My mom holds her chest. She looks down and I see blood dropping from the wound in her chest. She falls backwards onto the floor with a large thump.

Oh my god... I shot my mom... Not my dad.

I instantly drop the gun and run to her side.

"Mom! Oh my god! Mom I'm so sorry! I thought you were dad! Mom please stay with me! You're going to be okay!" I was trying to convince myself more than my mom.

She looks up at me and smiles. "It's okay sweetie... I knew you meant well."

"No! Mom don't leave me! Not now! Not with dad!"

She brings her hand up and cups my cheek. "I love you darling... I know you can stop your father..."

"No! Mom please... I can't stop dad."

"You can sweetheart... You and your brother.... I love you." As her words fade out, her eyes shut close. I lightly smack her cheeks. "Mom?... Mom! Please!" I was crying my eyes out. She can't leave me.