Sinful

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“You’re a whore, just like your mother.” Seven words that made me snap. I dealt with John’s bullshit for years but this was too far. He didn't even deserve to be called ‘Dad’ since he was far from one. Always abusing me and using me like a slave. I just went with my instincts and took the scissors from the table and immediately stabbed his eye, watching it tear through his eyes and watching him scream in pain. All I did was watch as he immediately placed both of his hands on the scissors handle, trying to take it off. I stuck out my leg, causing him to trip and shove the scissors even deeper. Then it was quiet. Something this house was lacking for half my life. The rug immediately absorbed his blood, making it quite obvious. I stood there in shock at this. That’s it? It’s all quiet? What now?

Of course I didn't just stand there the whole day, I moved the body to the cellar and then cleaned the living room. I even washed the rag twice. I washed the scissors with dishwasher soap and then wiped it numerous times, placing it in my pencil case. Somewhere they wouldn't even think to look at. I didn't even think of who they would be at that time. I was alone for the first time in thirteen years. How did John even win the battle of custody? Oh yeah, he’s rich and my mother’s a prostitute. Eventually, people questioned me, noticing that John wasn't there. Then the police and children services were involved and I told them all the same thing, forcing tears in my eyes to make them believe it. ‘He left but didn't come back.’ I stuck to the same thing and carefully didn't let anything slip and I am a good liar. The news reached me that my mother was incapable of taking care of me, and her sister would take me in. I wasn't that ecstatic since I barely knew anyone there. I only visited once and that was when I was a baby. Now here I am living in Long Island with my aunt Meredith and her god-forsaken family.

This is my story.