The singing doll [old Cringe Shit]

Why would you do that!

"I stabbed him. "Jeremy looked at me confused and with fear on face. "Y-you kidding right May?" I looked at him then opened our front door and walked in. Then I saw Sammy on the couch watching tv. But then I saw the bandages on him and I wasn't very surprised. Jeremy looked at me. Sammy looked at me with a iron glare of disgust. "Oh look it's the stabber." I knew that I had stabbed him but I was confused why would I do that. So many questions rushing through my head. Was it cause of our fight? Could I even stab someone? Was he faking it? I didn't know and even though I wanted to. I felt like I shouldn't know. I turned and quickly up the stairs to the top floor hall way. 

I ran into my room and slammed the door so hard. Thank god I sighed to myself. I walked to my bed and layed down I pulled out the machete from the case. A piece of paper fell out. I looked it had what I assumed was Judes number. I got up and placed it on my desk. Looking back to my machete looking at the handle. I just admired it the handle mainly. How it was a pure black with golden patterns. A little thought popped in my head "Don't let them see it." They'll hit me over and over and OVER.

  I heard heavy banging on the door. Almost dropping the machete on my head. I slammed it into the box hiding it behind a pile of clothes. "M-mom gave me this." I paused for what felt like an hour. I snapped out of it when I hear him scream. "Open the door! You whore imma get back at you for hurting Sammy! This was Jake the middle child. He was gonna hurt me oh god! Oh fucking god! No No he'll cut he'll beat me. I DON'T WANT THIS.

Mays p.o.v
I hid under the bed as the doorknob started to turn. How was it fucking turning. I slammed my hands over my mouth as fast as possible and as,quiet as possible...wait the lock pick. The lock pick dad had a lock pick in a closet.

Jake's P.o.v
I heard small breaths so that's,where that BRAT is. I picked up the bed and flipped it up.I saw her shaking fetal position and I just laughed at fucking pathetic she was. Serves her right She never had to deal with abuse. She never had to deal with dad. I raised and punched over and over and over and over. She begged for mercy and by the end I was sure I had broken a bone. I left the room savoring my victims screams. Serves the whore right.