MELODY'S POV
I wipe the tears under my eyes and open my house door. My make up must look a mess now, I can imagine the mascara running down my cheeks and the lipstick smeared on my face.
"Dad?" I croak out.
After he found out about mom, he drove home and left me to walk 3miles home from the hospital. I'm thanking the Lord that it's not raining; although I deserve it.
I stumble into the kitchen to find my dad hunched over on the kitchen counter.
I sniffle quietly which causes his head to shoot up.
"ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!" He shouts with venom in his voice and bloodshot eyes.
"No dad! I swear i didn't mean to!" I know it's my fault, but I don't want to believe it. If I admit it out loud I might fall for the truth and I wouldn't be able to handle that.
"YES YOU DID!!! YOU WERE BEING YOUR USUAL BRATTY, SPOILT SELF!" This isn't the dad that I know.
Normally, People don't deal well with shocking news, but I didn't think my dad would take it as badly as he is. He looks like a madman, waving his hands frantically, cracking his neck and averting his stare every couple of seconds.
I'm not going to reply to his comment, I'm not going to deny what I am.
After a couple of minutes, dad fixes his gaze upon a drawer in the kitchen. Slowly, he inches towards it.
Oh no, not the knife drawer.
"Dad! Dad please don't do this to yourself!"
He grabs a knife out of the drawer and smiles like the joker.
"What are you talking about dear?" He questions in a sickly sweet tone.
I can hear my heartbeat, the raggedness of my breath and the rapid shaking of my body.
To think only an hour ago I was laughing over a joke with both my parents, just like usual.
Dad sways towards me, step by step, and I mimic his action, only in the opposite direction.
Ow! That's the feeling of the sharp kitchen counter against my back.
IM CORNERED!
"I'll make you feel like you made your mum feel! It's only fair!!!" He stops dead in his tracks, centimetres away from me.
The knife is raised in the air at a painstakingly slow pace.
What do I do?
I look around, panicked. There are a blue pair of kitchen scissors lying around on the counter, at the right of my arm.
I swallow back a choke, and just as the knife is plunging down through the air, I dash for the scissors and stab him in the heart.
An ear piercing scream is let out by my dad as he falls on the ground, never to move again.
"Dad?" I whisper.
I nudge him with my foot...nothing.
Oh god! I killed my father! I killed him too!
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