My Hero, My Killer

Chapter 1

EMMA'S POV:

I walked up to my house, my steps echoing through the empty streets. I paused just outside the door, listening to the screaming going on inside.

My parents were at it again..

I sighed and reached for the door knob and slowly opened the door.

My eyes scanned the room until they rested upon my dad.

My dad was a tall man but rather scrawny, all those years of drinking never did him any good.

He was standing in the kitchen, yelling at the top of his lungs at my mother.

My mother was just as viscous as my father. She too would drink the night away.

She would bring home different guys almost every night. She made sure to do this when my father was off at the local bar. Tonight she wasn't as lucky and didn't get away with her little scam.

I carefully closed to the door behind me, hoping to bring no attention to me.

Of course it didn't, my parents were too busy screaming at each other.

I hurried up the stairs and down the hall. I went straight to my room.

My room was very small with only a dresser, a bed and a small mirror. I didn't even have a closet.

I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh as I close the door behind me, leaning against it.

I reached down and fingered the lock until I heard it click. I never left my door unlocked at night, especially when my parents were this way.

My father scared me most of all. He was mean with or without alcohol in his system. He had beaten me nights on end for as long as I could remember. My mother denied that he did anything and warned me to do the same.

As for myself? I was too scared to admit to my friends at school that my life back at home was this bad. I just used make up as my cover up.

I flinched, pulled from my daydreams as a loud crash sounded from downstairs.

My whole body tensed as footsteps could be heard coming down the hall. I shut my eyes and silently prayed that it was not my father. Of course I was foolish to think it wasn't...