The Demented Life

Crime of Hate

I'm tired, I'm in pain, and I'm hurt. Last night my father drank too much. Taking care of him and home is so tiring especially when he acts aggressively to me and when I'm not there he go finds my dog to fulfill his desires. When my mother died, my father used to be so kind until he found liquor to drown his sorrows. I don't pity him.....not after what he does to me.....and tonight....is his last night.

By the time I was staring off in space, I figure that my dad is going to be home any time now. I sat on top of my crimson bed fitting against the wall making look like Valentine's day with the soft pink filling my room. I forward my plan as soon as I reached the kitchen to make dinner for my kind father....for now. Jingle....I knew that sound.... it was coming from the mahogany front door...jingle.....he was coming. I tense up. My plan has to work....I don't think I can take him being drunk anymore. He came in.

"Hello father!" I tried to cheer up.

"Hello my daughter. How was school?" He kindly replied not knowing that he abused his own daughter.

"It was great...but you're not going to have a great night." I mumbled the last part.

"What was that honey?" He asked before grabbing a bottle of liquor.

"Nothing!" I cheerfully yelled back, "I made you dinner! I'm going to do homework!" I ran upstairs to get to my room, but stopped halfway in the smooth floored hall when I realized he grabbed a bottle. I scrambled my way to my father, waving my arms wildly to get to him before he starts drinking. I got there with ragged heavy breaths and found my father with combed hair gobbling up the food I made without having a sip from the bottle. I sighed happily. I went back upstairs to do my homework. I looked at my shakened dog and locked my dog safely in my feminine bathroom with light purple walls also with her little bed in the middle of the bathroom. I left her.

As time passed, I finish my homework, I heard a bang behind my door in the hall. I wondered what it was, but then it could be that my father is drunk again and toppled the table in the hall. I hope that was not the case. I felt the beating of my heart increased as I slowly turned the knob. I glanced into the dark hallway then shut the door quickly as I could, but his foot was already planted at the crack of the doorway. Struggling I fell back when he triumph forward pushing me to the foot of my bed. His gross drunken breath sinking into my nostrils. I couldn't take it so I took up all my strength to push him away and run downstairs. I hid under the table next to the TV and a room with an open concept way into the kitchen. Gray walls enclosed the rest and a brownish sofa centered in the middle facing the TV. I heard him softly walking pass the hall downstairs. I sighed in relief as he put one foot in front finally passing me. Until....a clasp of hands grab my ankles. I screamed in horror as he drag me out and grab my neck slamming me against the wall.

"Ayana what's wrong? You're not quivering in fear. Why is that?" He act like an innocent child, but I spat in his face. I saw his eyebrows scrunch in fury, then started dragging me by my honey brown short hair. I tried to keep up to not feel the pain that surges on my scalp, but he made me stumble forward which pull and hurt more. I cried out. We made it into the kitchen, pushes me against the counter and he decides to grab a knife. My hazel eyes widen as he swings the knife towards me and in an instant I caught his wrist with both hands holding it away from my pale peach skin. I felt myself getting weaker. A warmth of a tear escaped my eye.

No he will not win I won't let him. I will save my father especially from himself. I twist the knife towards the other way and push it away from me ending up stabbing him in the neck..... I couldn't breath and I couldn't look at him. I fell to the ground on my knees next to the body, unable to move anymore. There I cried. I couldn't believe how much I loved my father. My poor dad. My kind dad. All destroyed because of liquor and me....dad. Knock. Knock. Who is it? Was my father expecting someone?

"Mr. Stormfield, it's the police!" I gasped. I slowly put on step in front of the other without a sound right to the door and opened it. It is a women cop with a male officer next to her. I looked down at my bloody cotton pink t-shirt and once again fell to the ground. I lost all my strength to get up again. The women officer is rubbing my back and comforting me.

"What happened here? What did you do to your father? Wha-" The male officer was cut off.

"Won't you just give her space?" The women glared.

"Uh...okay, but we can't leave her at the crime scene. Also I have to radio the the rest of the men.... This is going to be a long night." He sighed.

I couldn't keep myself together. I stuttered every sentence. I looked up at the clock and found myself at three in the morning. I'm exhausted and annoyed how these cops won't leave me alone. Oh wait.....I think they're done.

"What's your name?" The kind woman officer asked.

"A-Ayana. Ayana Stormfield." I stuttered.

"Well Ayana, do you have any other relatives to live with?" She politely asked. I shook my head.

"Hmm..well you could live with me if my commander agrees with me. Let me check." She hurry towards the commander staring at the body quizzically. I noticed some back and forth argument then she turn to me and smile. She walk back to me as I sat on my sofa.

"So... you should pack because you're going to my house."She surprise me.

That night, I stare in awe at the beautiful home she has. After showing my dog and I around her beautiful light purple, well garden, and brown roofed house. She kindly showed me to the room I'm going to rest in.

"Well, I got to go finish my job. Will you be fine?"She turn inquire towards me. I nodded slowly still out of it and frowning. She gave me a comforting rub on the shoulder.

"It's going to be okay now. You're safe."She gave a warm smile then hurry right to her job.

I head directly to my new luscious salmon colored room with my black pack of important stuff on the floor next to the peach bed. I close the door then sat on the bed. My dog jump on the bed cuddling next to me, laying her small head on my thighs where I wore shorts. I had already changed my shirt to a white tank-top.

"Oh dad....," A smile crept on my face," How did you like my acting? Drama club really suits me right? Well you can't answer because you're dead. Yes! You are dead!" I cackle. I lift my dog up to dance around with. Not bad for a thirdteen year old! I saved my kind dad!

" Oh puppy! I did it! I did it! Mom doesn't need to worry anymore. We'll see her in time, but for now on we shall live for her. Right puppy?!" I cheered. "Bark!"She wagged her tail............... Goodbye dad.