Torn

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As i finally have air in my lungs I raise the knife. He just looked at me then he started to laugh.

"Aw looky here she thinks she can hurt me!" He said in a baby voice and a slight pout. This made me angry. He thinks I won't hurt him? "Get out" I said in a cold tone and step towards him.

This made him stop laughing. When he didn't move I yelled to get out again. That's when he moved towards me. I moved my arm and felt my hand stop. My ears were being murder by a horrible noise. I stepped back and looked at the knife that's now embedded in his thigh.

He was still screaming when I pulled the knife out. He looked at me through teary eyes. I moved the knife so now it's right in his face. "I want you gone."

I watch as he limped he way out of the kitchen. I followed him out to the yard. When I couldn't see his car anymore I when back inside. I pulled a chair under the doorknob and locked it. I could feel his blood on my hands. I felt my eyes bulge out of their sockets.

Omg I stabbed him! And it felt good. What am I thinking. Normal people dont say it felt good to hurt someone. I was pacing back and forth in front of the door. I need to clean.

I walked to the bathroom and grabbed the bleach and poured it on the blood on the ground. I was looking for a little scrub thing when I saw his toothbrush. I smiled as I grabbed is greedily.

I dont know how long I was scrubbing the floor. Just long enough for my throat to hurt from the fumes.

I wiped the now pink bleach off the ground and opened the windows. I went to my 'room' and opened that window and stuck my head out it. This is what I normal do at night but tonight is not a normal night. I stabbed him and now hes gone. Whats going to happen now?

If he comes back I'll be in deep shit. I shutter at the thought. With my head out the window I look up at the sky. I look up for so long that the sky has started to turn a pink color. I scrunch my nose as it reminds me of the bloodi bleach. When I look away I find myself tired.

I make my way to a corner of the room that has my mama's blanket. It was the only thing I could save of hers besides the one picture. I soon fine my self pulled in to darkness.

I woke up to loud bangs. I ran down to the kitchen and grabbed the knife and slowly made my way to the front door. If its him, I dont know what I'll do. The bangs went again and I looked through the peeping hole and saw two cops. I quickly put the knife away and pulled the chair way so I can opened the door.

"Yes?" I croaked out. One of the cops has his head up to knock again. Its kinda looks funny.

"Hi, are you Frankie Bliss?" One asked

I tilt my head to the left "Yes, I am"

They both suddenly looked uncomfortable. "May we come in?"

I stepped aside and opened the door more so they can walk in.

"Did you do some early cleaning?" I hadn't noticed that the house still smells like bleach.

I quickly put a small smile on "Yes, I did"

We make our way to the living room. As we all sit one clears his throat. I'm use to lying to the cops. Our neighbors would call them if I screamed to loud. He soon realized this and would beat me hard if I screamed. So I soon stopped making any loud sounds

"Miss, we have some bad news" with this said I focused back to what they were saying. When I nod they continue "your father---" "step" when they look confused I elaborated "father, step father"

They pulled their eyebrows together "Sorry, your step father has died"

I choked on air, one of the cops made his way over to me and lifted his arm. I flinch. I hope they didn't see it. When they didn't stop moving I knew they didn't see it. He patted my back as his partner sat there looks at me with sad eyes.

'What never see a girl choked on air?' I thought. When I could breath probably "He's dead?" I asked a little to hopefull. When they both nodded. I felt tears spring in my eyes and down my cheeks.

I feel like I'm learning how to breathe again. It's like I had a weight on my chest and its gone. What they think are sad tears are happy tears. Very very happy tears

When I stopped crying one asked in a soothing voice "Ma'am, if it alright. Do you think we can go down to the station for you to Identify the body?" I just nodded. As We made out way down to the station I had a thought come back.

'What happens to me now?'

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Have a wonderful day!
- Foxx