Crybaby

Sippy Cup

My mom killed my father, she was drunk when she did it. We knew this was coming and so did she, it all got to her so much. I heard my father's screams, I knew what was happening immediately. I heard her walking towards my room, I hid under my covers. She came in the room and yanked the blanket off of me, she was holding a knife with blood on it. She smiled at me, I was terrified, why was she doing this? She threw the knife at my wall and it made a hole and stayed in

"Its okay, I will always take care of you and your brother, we'll be a perfect family." She said

My brother walked in, the first thing he saw was the bloody knife, his heart was pounding. Then he saw us, she was leaning forward and she was quite close to my face. I was scared almost as much as my brother, he screamed like a little girl and ran into his room. I also screamed but, then, she left the room. I was relieved, for a minute. She came back in with milk in a sippy cup, the milk's color was turning red-ish but I wasn't paying much attention to that. I smiled, but it was a fake smile, she smiled back and said "Drink the milk, HONEY, its okay." When she said honey she had such a hard tone to her voice, it frightened me a lot. I drank the milk and I threw up, I tried to run to the bathroom but I passed out. What did she put in the milk I wondered the second I drank it.