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Your POV
I hated my so-called father! All he did was drink and beat me. I wished he was dead! I wish I could slit his fucking throat, but I can't. He will win and just hit me till I'm almost finished.
"Y/N," my father yells as he pulls me out of my thoughts. I quickly run downstairs to the living room where he is having his 50th beer. I quickly bow my hair to show submission to him, but that doesn't stop him from smacking me. I fell to the floor and held my cheek.
"Listen here, you mute bitch! When I yell the first time, you better come or you're gonna feel this fist! Understood?"
I nodded and stared up at him before looking to the floor to avoid making him angry. He sits back down in his chair and snorts at me before telling me to go make him some food. I nodded and quickly left the room before realizing we don't have anything to make, so I sigh and walk back into the room. I tapped him on the shoulder, but I didn't expect to be hit with the beer bottle. Luckily I have fast reflexes, so it broke against my left arm.
"Get in the fucking kitchen and make me something to eat bitch!"
I ran out of the room to the kitchen and sat on a chair. I looked at my arm to find a big gash that would need stitching but the best I could do was use the gauze and medical tape in the first aid kit. I sigh after wrapping my arm up.
I should slit his throat for this. No, calm down. I can't do that. I looked over the knives and got up. I grab the sharpest one. He deserves this for what he did. Fuck it! I walk slowly into the living room to find him half asleep. I grinned and walked up behind his chair. I swung the knife into the side of his throat. The action made him grab the knife, but it was in there really deep. He looked up at me, his eyes begging me for help, but I just smiled down at him. His life was draining from his body, but to make it more painful I twisted the knife around his neck. I watch his body slump and his eyes go dull as death came and collected his soul for hell.
I yanked the knife out of his throat and walked out of the room. I wiped the blood on my skirt before walking upstairs to my room. Once in my room, I sat on the mattress that lay on the floor and stared at the wall. I did it. I killed him. I need to leave before people realize what I did. I don't want to end up in jail.
I got up and wiped the blood off my hand then changed into a pair of cargo pants, a black t-shirt with a big hoodie thrown over it, and sneakers. I bound my boobs with some bandages to hide my gender. I looked at my h/c hair which my dad has cut into what looks like a wolf cut but shorter. I frown at the haircut, but my dad took away my long hair after Mom left. I go into the closet to find my old Halloween mask that looks like this:
I quickly placed it on the bed before grabbing a duffel bag to pack other stuff. I grab other cargo and pj bottoms, t-shirts, underwear, and snacks. I look around to see what else to take only to see the plastic rose my mom gave me before she left and the knife I used. I grabbed both of them, putting the rose into the bag, and the knife into my hoodie pocket. I grabbed my bag and slide the mask on before running downstairs and then through the back door. I looked around before making a dash into the woods behind my house. I kept running till I didn't hear the noises from the town then I sat down to rest. I let out a crazy laugh realizing I was free.
I can start over now......