Melaine's P.O.V
As quietly as I could I grabbed all the flamable liquids I could find and poured them all around the house, Father would be close to the fire getting warm. As I poured gasoline onto Father's bed I noticed he had a .22 and a carving knife stashed under it I grabbed them both, just incase he survived the flames. Once I finished I went into the 'living room' where the fire was. I crept up behind him
"Why hello Father," I stared at him maliciously as he gasped.
"B--b-but you're dead!"
"No father I'm not, but you soon will be."
I threw gasoline onto his face, and willed him alight. To my suprise it worked and I watch as he writhes on the floor in agony as flame dance across his face and body. Stupid man. I think to myself, as he slowly begins to light the entire house. I quickly leave and watch my 'childhood home' go up in flames. Just as I was about to leave, a badly burned hand grabbed my shoulder and growled in my ear,
"You stupid girl, did you really think you could kill me? I've lived my life on the streets and then your whore of a mother, comes around and you arrive nine months later, and I killed her for bearing my child!"
My hand clenches around the .22 in anger, as I whisper,"then I suppose she'll be happy I murdered my father."
A single gunshot was heard as Robert Jackston died at the hand of his 6 year old daughter, Melaine Jackston.
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