Did You Really Save Me

Chapter Fifty-Nine

Max POV

I stare my father down. Hatred and anger pumping through my body. The first thing I need to do is disarm him, once I get the knife out of his hand I'll actually stand a chance against him. My fingers start to twitch, and my vision turns red. All the memories of how he treated my mother coming back and how he never looked for her when she went missing.

I lunge at him ready to kill, he brings the knife up but I grab his arm and dig my nails into his wrist, blunt nails digging in and hitting nerves -making him drop the knife- he groans in pain but I don't pay any attention to it. I tackle him to the ground and start punching him like a maniac.

He pulls out a gun from his pocket but I don't flinch as he swings his arm around to aim at me I bite his wrist like an animal. He howls in pain, I taste his blood in my mouth and spit it out in disgust. While I am momentarily distracted he brings his other hand up and forms it into a fist and hits me in the side of my head. I groan and clutch my head, he pushes me off him and I slide onto the ground.

"That's the last straw!" He yells furiously. He reaches over and picks up the gun again. I stare down the barrel of the gun. "Do it." I encourage him, he smirks and pulls the trigger and I close my eyes. I hear the bang but don't feel any pain, but I feel a weight of something or someone on me and I open my eyes. I sit up quickly when I see it is my mother.

"No! No no no no!" I yell, shaking her limp body. I quickly take off my shirt and wrap it around her wound, it slows the blood. I shake in rage, my father is trying to sneak away. I grab the knife and pounce of him. He grunts as he lands, I roll him over so I can see the light drain from his eyes as he dies. I don't register the rushed and hurried footsteps of the other Article members rushing towards my mother to help her.

My focus is on my father and for once I can see fear in his eyes. I smirk and raise the knife up and plunge it deep inside his chest, stab after stab I can finally see the light drain from his eyes, he yells of pain becoming quieter and quieter. I stab him one last time and I watch as the life drains from his eyes and he finally becomes still. I slice his throat just to be sure he is dead.

I snap out of my rage fit and slump forward on my father's body, exhausted and in pain. I remember my mother and I quickly scramble to get on my feet and rush over to her lifeless looking body.