-+- "You can't make me stay here." I stated and my father laughed and stumbled as he walked -+- closer to me, "Yes I can." he slurred with an empty beer bottle in his hand, and drugs in the other. He walks closer towards me as I back up running into the kitchen counter, nowhere to go, and nowhere to hide. I look around to find something to defend myself with, the kitchen knife. I grab the kitchen knife off the counter and jab it into his chest, as his empty beer bottle drops and shatters all over the floor, he looks at me, gagging on his own blood and whispers the most awful thing, "I won't miss you." Copyright - PG-13