Upside Down

Chapter One

I raised my trembling hands over my head to protect myself. My father was trying yet another time to kill me. This time, he had me trapped in the corner, a wide variety of knives in his hands. 

"Father, why?" My voice came out sounding weak. I knew I shouldn't have spoken out against my father, but I did it anyway.

"Haven't I already told you!? You've ruined my life! You were never supposed to have been born! We only needed one child. Alan is enough for your mother and me." My father's words were cruel and cold. They cut through me like a scythe. 

"You do realize that trying to kill me is just making your life harder right?" I was always kind of a smart-ass. No one needed to remind me that. In fact, I always knew why my father always tried to kill me. I just found the look on his face to be so amusing.

"You impudent slime!" My snarky comment was enough to make my father throw one of the knives that were at his disposal. 

I veered to the right and watched as the knife hit the wall with a thud. There was enough force for the knife to stay embedded in the wall. I was lucky not to be hit by the knife.

"Andrew? Has everything gone according to plan?" My mother's syrupy voice seemed to fill the entire hallway.

My mother appeared out from around a corner. Her golden curls seemed to cascade over her narrow, rounded shoulders. Her vicious, green eyes seemed to drill holes into anything that caught her gaze. Her eyes bore holes into my father.

"No, not yet anyway. Oh Natalie, I know you want her dead, but-"

"Silence! Andrew! How could you feel sympathy for someone like her!?" Her words were like a jab at me.

"It's wasn't out of sympathy! The brat brought up a pretty good point. Something that Gwen hasn't done before." At the mention of my name, I stiffened. My name was rarely spoken by my parents.

"What is this good point in which you speak of?" My mother didn't believe my father's words at all.

"The brat brought up that killing her is making our lives harder. Why don't we just emancipate her now and be rid of her?"

"True. Andrew, go call for an official. I want her out of our house now!"

My father's face lit up. "Ah, of course Natalie!"

My father scrambled to leave the house. I heard a door slam, and I was alone in the hall with my mother. Her eyes were full of hate and bloodlust.