Murdering Love

I watched as he took out the knife and stabbed my father repeatedly. I knew who he was and he knew who I was. He asked me to try as I cowered behide my room's door watching in horror. He grabbed my arm gently and handed me the knife." You always hated him right? Now that he is dead, you can do all the things he did yo you before." He whispered in my ear before I raised the knife...