It was a cold, black, silent night. It was midnight when I heard him walk in the front door stumbling and tumbling about. I could already hear the anger in his footsteps and I knew once again my insomnia was going to fuck me over. I laid there and refused to move so he'd leave me be. I listened intently as my mother came out of the room. Her anger seeped under the door and choked me. Living at home was like living in a fire, the smoke burned your eyes and throat but everything around has collapsed so there's no way to get out.
Only 5 minutes into their argument I could tell tonight was different from others. There wasn't any shouting. He didn't even hit her. It was dead silent in the house, and I, for the first time in my life, I was scared. I could only hear his steps, his steady breathing. I could only smell him, the filth, the booze, the selfish attitude. I creeped out of bed and quietly opened my door. I listened for any sign of my mother and slowly I began to realize, I would never see her again. She was gone. She left me here with the monster she allowed to grow, in a shitty household filled with mold and insects crawling all over the walls. In a building filled with cigarette smoke and the smell of trash. I was mad. No I was furious. I was feeling monstrous. They always told me I had my fathers temper, well tonight, I was going to prove them right. I waited, I sat there in the hall by my door and waited until I heard him snoring steadily. The moment I realized he was knocked out, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the largest knife in the kitchen and the pistol he always kept “just in case”.
When he woke up, he was tied up sitting in a wooden kitchen chair in a shower covered in mildew. The curtain was torn and the bath was so filthy it appeared to be almost black. In the low light he saw her. The young girl with an angelic face. She had skin as pale as sugar cubes, that looked just as sweet, so flawless and pure. Her hair looked like sand, the curls bounced with such ease. Her eyes were an emerald green that pierced his very soul.
Before him stood his daughter. He never actually looked at her until now and the things he thought of were the reason he was there. She smiled shyly and slowly asked him, “Where is my mother?” He grunted in reply.
The angel threw back her head and let out a laugh that sounded like a shriek causing him to wince. She grinned at him and from behind her pulled out the knife she got from the kitchen earlier. She gently placed it on his thigh and repeated her words this time quieter and more forceful, “Where is my mother?” When he laughed, her face changed. She was no longer his angel. Her eyes went foggy and she looked away slowly, scanning the bathroom then met his eyes and pushed her hand down. The man cried as he felt blood trickle down his calve. “What did you do?” she whispered.
Every time he didn't reply she pushed a little harder, getting closer and closer to the bone until he couldn't take anymore. He cracked and spit into her face. “You useless piece of shit! She left because she didn't want you. Nobody wants you. You whore, all you brought this family was trouble. You deserve to die.” All she could do was laugh as she put small cuts all over his body. She enjoyed the sound of him cursing in pain and telling her off in anger. They always told her she'd end up like her father. They always told her she had a temper like her father. Well, if they knew his temper,and they knew who he was, and no one saved them, then she would save her mother. “Where is she?”
He laughed his whiney, pitiful giggle and told her steadily, “We can find her, just untie me sweetheart, if you untie daddy now he'll let you off easy.” Good. She's gone. “Oh daddy, we're not done playing.”
With the last ounce of energy she had she took the knife and brought it up to his throat. Slowly, she made a small scratch. Then a deeper one. Then it become a cut. Then his jugular was being sliced. Soon he was bleeding down his chest from his throat. She pulled the pistol from her pocket and pushed it in her temple. “Problem solved right daddy?” His head fell as the last of his tears fell and she pulled the trigger.
