Catch Me if You Can

Chapter Two - Hit and Run

I walked in the front door, I hear screaming in the back room. I drop everything, my keys, my bag, and my money. I run to the back room to find Marisa pinned by the throat against the wall, held by the hands of my drunken, raging father. I ran to my sisters aid, trying to push him of my little sister, my only sister. "Stop!" I cried, over and over trying to loosen his suffocating grip on Marisa's neck. He pushed me to the ground, continuing to choke Marisa, "Trisha, this isn't your business. This isn't your child. I'm doing what's best." He yelled angrily. In that moment I looked the devil in the eye, that was not my father, that was the devil himself living in the body of my fathers absent soul. I ran to the kitchen, I grabbed a knife, and I did the unimaginable. I yelled from the kitchen, "I'm counting to three and you better let that little girl go! One... two... THREE!" I ran at him with the knife and stabbed him. I stabbed my own father in the neck. I stabbed my father in front of my little sister. I stabbed the demon living in the body of my father. I left him to die.

In that very moment, I realized Jackson had been missing throughout this whole ordeal. I found him in the basement, clutching a baseball bat as if his life depended on it. "Jackson, I need you to listen to me very carefully. I need you to go upstairs, grab the phone and call 911 reporting someone has been stabbed. Don't ask questions, just go." He nodded quickly and ran up the stairs faster than I've ever seen him run. I followed him and made sure him and Marisa were outside in front, making the phone call, I kissed them goodbye and I ran. This would be the last time I ever saw anything of them, the night I killed my father and left my siblings to be in the care of strangers, it tore a hole in my heart. But I knew it was for the best, and out of the chaos, I ran.