As I try to sleep in my small room I can hear the loud laugher of my father and brother down stairs. I hear other voices I assume they are friends of my fathers. It has to be around three o'clock in the morining their probably all drunk. My family consists of My older brother and my abusive father. They are all I really have left. They're major assholes. I do have other family in sure of it but I haven't seen any of them in my 18 years of existence, ever since my mom died I was never let out again. I'm sure there is family who think about me. Some probably don't event know about me at all.
I was the reason my mom died. I was 5 when I killed her, I remember that day like it was yesterday it was just me and momma, it was around lunch time she was kitchen making lunch and i was in my playroom coloring a picture for her. My dad and Jason weren't home at the time they were out fishing. I remember sitting at the little table coloring and she came into the room telling me to clean up and wash my hands I did as i was told and went to wash my hands. When I was done i was making my way downstairs as i was halfway to the last step i heard momma talking to someone."Dad and Jason should be back yet, are they?"
I crept down the rest of the stirs and peaked around the corners being sure not to be seen
"Why are you here Damian mama said, in a low voice" "Now is that the way your supposed to talk to the father of our child"
"she is not your child and you are not her father, you will never be. You need to leave my house before i call the cops"They we're still in the kitchen. I stay hidden and watched she was by the counter Damian's back was turned to me he started to walk towards her slowly she looked a little panicked in my eyes. She was beening back up closer to the phone on the table her eyes drifted to the phone not far from her.
"Is that so Karen, Are you sure you want to do that?"
"I said get out" she point to the door.
when he didn't move she reached for the phone and started to dial 911 she only got to press one number before he grabbed her wrist twisted it in the process making her dropping the phone he kicked the phone away. Grabbing her by her neck he proceeded to choke her i saw her struggling to fight back i knew i had to do something but i didn't know what.
i thought and thought and remembered that my dad always had a gun in his office desk i hurried back up the stairs as quickly and quietly as i could down the hall into his study and grabbed the gun i checked for bullets and ran back down to where they were. Mom looked almost limp.
"Let her go" I yelled pointing the gun in the direction of the man
grabbing both of there attention.
"little girls shouldn't play with those they're very dangerous". " LET HER GO" I saied louder trying to sound confident. "Marissa Baby put the gun down sweet heart" my mom said . "Yes put the gun down you little brat". My mom struggled to get free from his grip she then knee him in his crotch and he fell letting her go she started to run to me but grabbed her by her leg and pulled her making her fall forward he pulled out a knife and held it to her neck. "your gonna pay for that, you see kid sometimes things never go our way"
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NEVER FEAR NEVER FORGIVE NEVER FORGET (On Hold)
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