Dirty Little Secrets

Chapter Sixteen

     I arrived home to find a peaceful house. Everything seemed okay. I wasn't too worried anymore, and didn't feel all that bad about leaving. I walked up the steps on the porch, gripped the door handle, and pushed the door open. I didn't see anyone in the house. Maybe they had left. Maybe they were looking. But then I think, why would they look? They always try to get me out of their house. 

     I took off my shoes and walked across the hard wooden floor. I could feel the coolness through my socks onto my feet. I began to walk down the hallway, then heard someone scream. 

     "Analise!" the voice yelled. I heard it again. Except this time, it came from a different voice. It was coming from three different voice. Then I knew who it was. I recognized those voices. Kaelynn, Becca, and Alex...

     I sprinted up the stairs to find my sisters being help captive by my father in my room. I swung open my door, just to see my father threatening them with a knife. He was blaming them for my mistakes again and I'm sick of it. I leaped towards him and got him pinned to the ground. I raised my hand...then slapped him across the face.

      "You sick bastard!" I yelled. "Why do you do this? Don't you love me daddy? Don't you love them? Why do you do this?" I raised my hand and hit him again. He was getting pissed. I could tell by that cold angry look in his eyes. This was the first time in years that he'd let me see what his emotions truly were. I raised my hand just one more time, just one more slap and I'd be done. I would have my revenge and get on with it, but he grabbed my arm. 

    "No!" Becca yelled. "Stop it, daddy! Stop it!" He got me pinned to the floor, just as I had him, and took his knife back out. 

    "What makes you think you can disrespect your father like this? Huh? Open your mouth, Analise! You're not a hero. Quit trying to save them. You're the cause of all of this!" He then placed his knife on my neck. This was it. I had tried to hard and now I'm going to pay for it. I'm going to die. But then he took the blade off of my neck and slowly moved it down to my stomach. He poked me with the tip of the blade, then slowly began to push it into my side. A speckle of blood started coming out of my side. He got up, then looked at my sisters and left.