Let Love Bleed Red ~Creepypasta~

Laughter

Once I finally reached my house, I darted to the back door. I peered into the window to see if anyone was there. I didn't see anyone so I quietly opened the door. As I walked inside I heard a glass break from the living room. Startled, I grabbed a kitchen knife to defend myself.  I then heard the bone chilling sound of my father’s voice emerge from behind me .

"Emma, you seem nervous. Come over here so daddy can give you a hug."

I whipped around, clutching my knife. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Don’t even look at me, you filthy bastard." 

My father smirked and said, "Is that any way to talk to your dearest father? Besides, who are you going to run to?... Your mother?" 

I grinded my teeth and walked towards him. "She loved you. She put up with all of your shit. I am not just going to stand here and watch your smug face joke about this." 

My father chuckled, "Don’t you want to know why I did it? Every murder has a motive. You were always a coward, never wanting to see people for who they were. I’m simply just showing you that." 

He wants me to scream, I thought to myself. He is waiting for me to yell at him. I’m not going to give him what he wants, I’ll give him what he deserves.

My father grabbed my hand and said, “I’ll never hurt you, Emma. Trust me, like your mother did.”

I ripped my hand away and screamed, “I’M TIRED OF YOUR LIES, I’M SICK AND TIRED OF EVERYTHING.”

I plunged the knife into my father’s chest. Blood gushed out of his body and spilled onto the floor.

He coughed, “WH-AT, WHAT ARE YOU DOING. S-STOP EMMA, P-please.”

I slowly started cackling.

Before I knew it I was laughing savagely.

“Oh, you don’t like that? FEEL THE PAIN I'VE FELT, YOU LITTLE BASTARD.” I rushed at him with the knife, gutting him like a fish.

I watched him lie on the floor, gagging and spitting up blood. I maniacally laughed enjoying every minute of his suffering. His screams of horror were comforting to me.

As I intently stared at him breathing his last breath I felt at peace. I lathered his blood in my hands and drew x's on his eyes. My body was flooded with adrenaline. I've never felt like this, I was… smiling. I evilly grinned at my father’s dead body and whispered,

“Have fun in hell…. 'daddy.' "

I walked outside with the bloody knife still in my hands and stared at the my once humble home. I happily sighed knowing what I had just done.

I then slowly turned around and headed for the woods, leaving my old life behind.