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“And where do you think you’re going?” I could hear him a mile away. It was not due to the fact that i had super natural hearing abilities, or that my ears were rather large. His voice was just so distinctive and clear. I immediately walked back into the house to see what was brewing and what trouble I had landed myself in for. I could instantly feel the scars automatically torturing my soul. I didn’t even have to wait for him to do it personally. I walked up the stairs increasing in height by the second, too bad my life wasn’t though; it was on its way right down.

I don’t remember much after that. All I can recall was the black war hole of darkness I was plunging right towards. I remember mothers aching screams, feeling so guilty and helpless, what was I to do? I knew I was next. Mother was in great sorrow, the poor old women was shattered and bruised. “Mum I can’t take this anymore! What can we do?” “Nothing” I didn’t bother arguing back. We both knew there was no chance of us becoming victorious. No chance at all.

I left it at that, I was busy trying to figure out how to get out of this mess, rather than add to the commotion. He edged closer towards us both, mother’s heartbeat pounding simultaneously to mine, almost as if they were joined together. This was it. I couldn’t bare to look anymore, surely this was the end of the road. His blood red eyes were edging closer and closer. As he raised the knife into the air, I held mothers hand and prayed to god. There was a thud! As the bloody knife fell to the ground, and a scream, mothers scream. I opened my eyes slowly at pace. I looked down at mother’s bloodstained hands and felt tears come out of my eyes. I glared from above to the lifeless body by my feet. That once was the bastard father.