Accepted To Kill

Chapter 6

          I bring myself to my feet wincing in pain as my father approaches my mother.  I stand in front of her.  "No more dad.  I won't let you hurt her."

         I watch as his eyes go from her to me, an angry glint in his eye.  I swallow as sweat beads upon my forehead.  He's gonna kill me for sure now.  I just hope it's quick.  He comes near me, his fists clenched.

       I put my hands up ready to fight back.  I'm shaken down to the core and tears fill my eyes.  Death is better than life at this point.  I have nothing left to live for besides my mother, so I might as well die fighting for her.

      My father grabs me by the throat and shoves me against the wall.  I see my mother behind him covering her open mouth as tears spill from her eyes.

          I can't even imagine what she's thinking right now.  Maybe she's relieved that I'll finally be gone and she won't have to worry about me.  Or maybe she's regretting ever giving birth to me. 

       I feel the air leave my lungs like smoke leaves an extinguished candle.  Slowly but surely.  The hatred in my fathers eyes intensifies as he squeezes tighter, causing me to squirm.  Air, I need air!  I punch my fathers arms to no avail.

       I'm going to die.  My limbs weaken and I stop resisting.  What's the use.  My vision blurs and my mind goes blank.  The next thing I know I'm on the ground.  Heavy panting escapes the lips of my father as he catches his breath. 

     He is standing above me I know, even though my eyes are closed.  I desperately wish to move, to disappear, but only God could grant such a wish. 

      My body feels numb.  Why can't I move?  It's like a nightmare that I can't escape.  I hear my mother scream then a thud on the floor follows, silence engulfing the room.  Footsteps leave my room, and I open my eyes.

        I'm facing the wall and can't see anything, but I force my body to roll over, despite the unbearable pain. My mother lays crumpled on the floor, red liquid all around her.

I stare blankly at her still body laying there covered in blood, a knife beside her. I crawl over to where she is and lay her head in my lap as tears spill from my cheeks to the floor.

"Mom...mom!!!!" I scream as I search for the wound that blood gushes from. This cannot be happening; not now. I must be dreaming. Blood stains my hands and chest as I grab one of my shirts to try and stop the bleeding.

I put my hand to her neck for her pulse and I feel my own heart stop. I stroke her hair and sob. I'm too late.

I'm so sorry to all those who have been reading this story.  I will continue it soon.  Sorry for the long wait.