Micheal
She makes my blood run hot! She makes me so mad. I know she knows. I can't let her out of my sight. I don't want her to tell on me. Why I did what I did? That's my own question to answer. When was the last time I was happy? Truly happy? When I beat my wife? When I beat my daughter? Happiness only lasts for a short period of time but anger, anger lasts forever.
I see her in the bathroom. Examining herself. I could see the bruises I left with her. She's a wimp. She needs to grow up and take what's coming to her like an adult.
I walk into her room and I see all of her posters. Close to Closure, Sleeping With Sirens, Skillet, Nickel Back, Creed, Avenged Sevenfold. So many posters but, not one picture of me. My heart became heavy, grew in rage. I began to tear down the posters and knock everything down.
I couldn't control my anger. I don't even remember the last time I took my medicine for my Bipolar problem. I don't have the money to replace it every month. I'm not a bad guy, I'm really not. I just make bad decisions.
If I find out she snitched on me, I'll kill her. See there I go again......
"Dad?"
I quickly turned around. There she was. Tears were in her eyes.
"Why, dad?"
"Why what?!" I asked back trying to control my anger.
"Why did you kill mom?"
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Kellin Quinn Is My Father
FanfictionMy father abuses me like every day. He killed my mother. I know he did, but I don't think he knows that I know. So to get away I saved all the money I could get my hands on and traveled to Warped Tour just to see him. I didn't have anywhere else to...
