He was stood there in the middle of the kitchen. The man I hate. The man who created my nightmares, that man was my father.
He stood there looking as evil as ever, his black hair covering his dark brown eyes that always held an evil looking tint. The neighbours ignored the fact that he looked like he was capable of killing - which he was. They ignored it like they ignored my screams of fear and pain in the night. Like they ignored the loud thumps, like they ignored my mother's last scream for help.
I grabbed the knife i was using to make my tea.
"What are you doing here?" I growled.
"What's wrong sweetheart." He said in a fake loving tone.
"Nothing daddy dearest" I replied in the same tone.
"Why don't you like me?"
"Not once have i said that i don't like you.Because thats untrue." I paused and slightly tilted my head to the right. "I hate you."
I started walking closer to him. Waiting for him to pounce on me and attack me. i walked up to him and stabbed the through his jacket, pinning him to the wall. He didn't look at me scared. He looked at me like he wanted something. And then he started to speak.
"Have you heard the story of the Livingston's?
The ones living no more
They were killed and brutally murdered
By the girl they chose to ignore
When the girl screamed and shouted
They didn't seem so care
They did exactly what she did
Until they lost all despair
Have you heard the story of the Livingston's
The ones killed at night
They were her first of lots of victims
That didn't put up fight."
How did he find out about that? The police didn't even know who killed them. They thought it was a random attack. It couldn't possibly be the nice sweet girl that lived next door with her family. The police didn't know anything. They didn't even know my mother was dead.
"I'm so proud of you darling."
"Who told you about that?" I hissed
"Rumour has it."
"You shouldn't believe everything you hear."
I went into the drawer to find another knife. I got one! I turned around ready to attack. But he wasn't there anymore. I felt a sharp point pressing on my back. The hairs on my neck were standing up.
He brought his face near my neck. "You want to play? Let's play."
I got the knife and slowly moved my hand to my back, without him noticing. I then slid my hand up to near the knife my father was holding and quickly hit it and turned around. His knife was on the floor. I swiftly pushed him against the wall and brought the knife up to his neck.
"...For old time's sake." I said and smirked lopsidedly
