The Styles Triplets

"Dad, please don't do this." I cried out. My tears were flowing and dripping on the cold white floor. My heart was pumping real fast. Beads of sweat were falling from my forehead. MY body was on the corner of my sisters room. "Why shouldn't I?" He said below a whisper. "I know you won't do this." I replied, I knew I was assuring myself more than I was assuring him. "Shut up! I'm capable of doing this! And you know why!" He yelled out in anger. "No I don't dad. Please dad stop. What happened to my old dad? My old dad that would come home from work and smile. We had the perfect family. Why did you have to turn this way?" I asked. "All because of your stupid mother. How dare she cheat on me that way? Why would she tear my heart to pieces and expect me to forgive her? I worked every fucking day to maintain us both! If she broke my heart, I'll break hers back." He said. I knew that deep down he will regret this.

"Daddy, please stop. You- you're hurting me." My little sister, Isabelle quietly said. Her body was trembling with fear of what my father was about to do to her. "Don't worry little Bella, it will all be over soon." and in a blink of an eye, he did it. He finally did it. "NO! Dad!" I yelled. Her tiny body fell on her bed. Her white blanket was now covered in red stains. Blood was oozing out of her chest. Her teddy bear that she had been holding fell to the ground. Her eyes slowly loosing her bright shade of hazel. "I'm sorry Serena. I'm sorry Isabelle. You two will still be my little princesses." He whispered. "No. I'm not your little princess and neither is she! You're a monster!" I screamed out loud. The police barged in through the door. "Goodbye You Son Of A Bitch" I added, before walking out the door with one of the paramedics in order to check in what state I was in.