Past That Haunts My Present (One)

"You little piece of shit! Are you trying to kill me!?!" He spat, strucking my right cheek hard.

"N-o s-i-r...you j-ust s-pi-ll-ed it" I said scrambling around to wipe the drink he had spilled.

"I SPILLED IT! YOU PIECE OF SHIT HOW DARE YOU!" He shouted as he slammed me against the table, knocking out the bowls that I had just finished cleaning.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson on what to do to satisfy me so i don't 'spill' again." He said laughing darkly with a smirk starting to appear.

"Sir please don't!!" I yelled as he threw me on the floor.

"Shut up! Little piece of shit!" He snarled, unburkling his pants. Than it dawned on me. His going to rape me. Tears started flowing freely and they just wouldn't stop. A sob escaped my lips and screamed. I knew it wouldn't do anything though, the neighbours always heard the loud noises but they did nothing. I needed to stop him by myself. The phone was in the door way so it was too far, he would catch me before I reached him. As he drew closer I begun to panic, looking around my eyes caught sight of something shinning at the corner. Knives.

"Now how about you be a good girl for once and just open your legs. I promise I'll try to be 'gentle." he laughed pushing his pants down.

The closer he drew the further I pushed myself back to the knives. "Dad please" I whispered. As my last attempt. "Please don't do this" I tried.

He paused. I took the second to pull the knives under me as I continued to watch him. His fists uncurled themselves and he looked at me. a tear falling from his eye and I could see the memories. Everything that had once been good. The man that had once been my dad and I, his joy.

"Please. I know it hasn't been easy. I know, she's gone and I blame myself every day. You promised her to take care of me and I promised to always be here for you. Mom loved you dad. I-I love you. It's always been me, joy. Think about mom…" I cried, I reasoned, for my sake and for his. He breathed in heavily, his face beat red then decided our fate.

"I'm not your dad!" He snarled. He pulled my ankles roughly to him then fall on his knees in attempt to continue his deed. I screamed as my head hit the tiles harshly, the knives poking my back. Struggling to pulling of my jeans and I, holding onto them. I had to decided quickly whether to focus on the knives or my clothing his was trying to pull off.

I pulled the first knife and stabbed his shoulder.

"FUCK!!!" He roared, falling on his back, holding onto the top of arm. I pulled another one and stabbed his leg. Another on his ribs. Another on his foot.

He screamed in pain over and over again, like a new birthed ochorstra.

I stumbled onto my feet.

"All you had to do was be my DAD. That's it!" I said pulling the knife from his leg and shoved it into his stomach.

"You called me your joy the day you and mom took me into your home. The moment she died, you died. I became your piece of shit'! I didn't kill her! I needed her too!" I screamed as my anger burned me inside, blurring my sight, continuing to stab him. Once I stopped, I just stared. Art and music. His screams matched my small violin of a cry and now the art before me, scattered, a masterpiece.

I snapped back into reality once I heard him cough. "I'm sorry kid, t-hank y-ou." He whispered. I pulled out the knife from his shoulder, raising it high "Forgive me mother." I whispered, bring it down to his heart.

"Bye bye daddy" I whispered. The choir was loud as I stood, unlatching the back door, prepared to run. Loud enough for the angels to hear, though they couldn't with my violin.

The choir getting louder with each huff and puff I took, the choir being the sirens.