Not My Fault

Thriller Stories | Sep 19, 2012 | 2 min read
16 Votes, average: 4 out of 5
Green eye's turned to face the clock on the bedside table. 02:00AM.
Time to go. Time to find HIM. Time to end this.

For the last ten years of her life since she was six, just after her mom ran away, her so called "father" had forced her to suffer while claiming it was her fault. I the one who drove her away from him. Reality however show's it's HIS fault. For when HE always came home late smelling of booze, when he cheated and lied.

When HE hit her.

As soon as she left though, that's when my nightmare started. when he came home wanting to shout and hurt someone, there was no one. Except me..
So that's how it started, Him out till 02.:00AM at a pub near home till he was wasted, only then would he come back, while I would prepare my self for the beatings about to come.
But not now..
Tonight it's his turn...
Walking to the kitchen I grab a knife that lay innocently on the side, as I got ready to meet heim half way home.

It wasn't long after I left that I could see him, along with another male and a female.
Shame.
I couldnt have witnesses alive.

As I made my way over they finally notice me. They laugh and shout thier slurred insults at me, throwing empty beer bottle's in my direction. I don't stop, still moving forward till I'm just an arm length's away.
This is it.... It's over.
With thst final thought, gripping the knife in my hand from the kitchen, I plunge it into the stomach of his male companion. I tug and move the knife upwards, cutting, ripping threw his flesh, watching more and more blood flow. Like a crimson river. Hearing the woman gasp I withdrew the knife and make quick work of her. Swinging the blade, slitting her throat. The two fall liflessly to the ground.
Now the fanale.
Staring at him now as he began to back away, a crule smirk appeared on my face, mocking him, like cat cornering a mouse.
Moving fast, I thrust the knife into his chest, stabbing him over and over. His shirt now almost completely stained with his blood as he fell to his knees gasping for breath. I grasped his hair and yanked his head back, so the last thing he saw before he was damned to hell would be me. I leaned down so I reached his ear and wispered, " It was your fault." Before I slowly pushed the knife his eye socket till it reached the brain.

Only then did he die.
Screaming the whole time.

Removing the knife, I let go of him as he droped to the floor and walked in the direction of home.

Never looking back...

Smile on my face.

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Andreea Sep 22, 2012

Nice creepy story. Like it!:)

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