"You do know that with one simple flick of the wrist I can kill you?" I hissed.
"Of course I know that. But you won't kill me."
"What makes you so sure?"
"I won't let you!" he shouted then suddenly pushed me.
I stumbled back. He wasn't going to win this easy. He quickly ran to the counter and grabbed another knife. He came at me with it but I dodged it and stabbed him in the thigh with my knife. He cried out in pain. I pushed him over so he was on the floor now. I bent over him about to stab him when he kicked my legs and they gave way from underneath me. He got up and sat on me with on leg at either side of my body. I gave him a look of pure hatred so he punched me in the
face. I felt the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I spat it in his face. This seemed to make him even angrier.
"No more playing now." He said and grabbed his knife and held it just above my chest.
"Good night sweet heart."
"Good night daddy."
He raised the knife higher up and I closed my eyes waiting for the pain, when suddenly the weight was of me. I looked up and my father was no longer on top of me, but he was on the floor with his eyes peacefully closed. What the hell? I looked around and there was a person standing there whom I guessed was a man because of his structure. I couldn't see his face because he was wearing a balaclava. I looked at what he used to take my father down. And there was a pan in his hand. Before I could react the pan was coming towards me in full swing it hit me I fell to the floor in pain.
Then the darkness engulfed me.
