Death at Midnight

Death at Midnight

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My father was murdered at the stroke of midnight. He made sure to wait until the ringing of the bell could mask any sounds made and left the moment the ringing stopped. I watched from the wardrobe as his throat was slit and his cries were drowned out by the tolling of the bell. I watched as the man pulled a match box from his pocket and set his cigarette alite as though there was nothing wrong. I watched as he walked away, creating a mess as he threw every object that he could in anger. I watched as he turned to marvel at his masterpiece, only unable to see my trembling form thanks to the shadows that shrouded the cupboard I was huddled in. I saw his face in the moonlight as his eyes glinted in what I could only describe as pure evil. I saw my father's best friend, now a murderer only because my father could not save his wife from illness. I vowed, in that moment, that I would get my revenge. I vowed that he would reap what he has sewn. I vowed that I would murder him with my own blade- drown him in his own blood. - - Currently under A LOT of editing. I wrote this in year 11 for a one hour test and quite liked the story so I wanted to post it. Now I'm trying to make it the best I can - -
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"I'll take the beating, but don't touch her," my father begged, broken and desperate. His plea fell on deaf ears as the command was given. The lashes came swiftly, and while my family screamed in horror, my uncles and father tried to mask their pain. But if you looked closely, you could see the agony etched in their faces. Each blow left me numb, but my mind screamed for revenge. I wanted retribution-for Liam, my grandmother, my father, my cousins, my aunts, and even those who once hated me cried out for it. But when I looked at my father, it was too late. He was unconscious, held tightly by those who had restrained him. I struggled through the pain, rushing to his side, bloodied and broken. "Help him, please!" I screamed, tears streaming down my cheeks. My uncles rushed to help, but Liam and his men left without a second glance, driving off, and leaving us to deal with the aftermath.

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