1. Chapter 1


"STOP! " I heard my mummy scream as I heard what sounded like a slap.

"PLEASE! STOP!" mummy cried out.

What was happening to mummy? I was so scared. Was mummy being hurt? Who was hurting her? I heard one more scream, then silence filled my house.

"Mummy?" I called for her.

I heard no answer. What is going on?

Being the curious child I am, I decided to go find out why mummy wasn't answering me. I had to be careful though. I didn't know if anybody else was in the house. I peeked around the doorway to see if it was safe to check on mummy.

I saw a man in the kitchen. He had his back to me. I tried to get a better view, making sure to stay out of sight.

There was a loud crashing noise. I tried to stay calm as I stepped out of the doorway. I got a weird feeling once I saw mummy laying on the sofa. "She's just napping" I told myself.

As I tried to sneak closer, the floor board underneath me gave away. The man in the kitchen turned around and looked right at me.

Is that... Daddy? What is daddy doing here? I haven't seen him in such a long time. I remember how mummy told me that daddy was away on a trip for a long time.

"You." Daddy said.

"Get the fuck over here."


"NOW!" He demanded.

I tried to free my leg that was stuck in the floor. I squirmed a lot. Nothing worked.

"I-I can't! I'm stuck!" I cried.

Daddy ran his hand through his hair and grabbed a bottle.

At first I thought he was going to drink it. But I soon realized he was coming over to me. I reached my arms out for him to help me.

"Stupid, stupid child." He said.

"What? Daddy what's wr-"


He angrily threw the bottle at the wall behind me and let out a yell. I was still laying on the floor, my leg stuck in the board. I let out a cry as daddy grabbed both my arms and yanked me out of the floor and landed with a loud thud. I looked down at my leg. There was a puddle of blood surrounding it. It hurt so much! Daddy was still standing in front of me with his hands balled up.

"Daddy...I-I'm... Hurt." I managed to say between sobs.

"Please help... help me da-" I was cut off by a harsh slap to the face.

I held my stinging cheek as the tears poured down them. Why did daddy hit me?

I started to bawl harder than ever. Daddy leaned down to my level and forcefully grabbed my face, leaving me with no other choice but to look him straight in the eyes.

"You listen to me now, and you listen good, understand?" I nodded.

"You were NEVER wanted. You RUINED my fucking life you prick!" Daddy dug his nails into my cheek and dragged them down.

I could feel the blood dripping down my face as daddy kept yelling. I had to think, and I needed to do it fast.

I kicked daddy in the legs and he doubled over in pain. I scrambled over to the kitchen, my leg still bleeding. My mind was clouded with thoughts.

Digging through the drawers in the kitchen, my fingers grasped something cold and metal. Finally found what I was looking for.

I pulled out the knife, pointing it at daddy who was still on the floor.

"You... little fucking..." Daddy's eyes landed on the knife in my shaking hand.

A disgusting smirk grew on his face. "What do you suppose you're going to do with that?" He asked as he got up and brushed his pants off.

"STAY BACK!" I yelled.

"What if I don't?" He taunted.

"I-I'll... I'll kill you!"

The room filled with his laughter. He moved closer to me and I back up until my back hit the counter. "This is it." I thought.

"YOU HURT MUMMY, YOU MONSTER!" I jumped at him, sticking the knife in his chest. By the look on his face I could tell that it was over for him.

I took the knife out and slammed it back into his chest 18 times. Horrified, I dropped the knife on his dead body.

I bawled and pulled at my hair. My eyes landed on mummy who was on the couch.

"MUMMY!" I cried and hopped over to her.

Her eyes were open and her chest wasn't moving. I cried and cried and cried.

"MUMMY! PLEASE WAKE UP!" I put my head on her belly and sobbed until I had no more tears left in me.

I needed help. I grabbed the phone off the table and shakily dialled 9-1-1.

It rang 3 times then a woman picked up.

"9-1-1 what's your emergency?"

"Mu-mummy's dead! She's dead! She's gone!"

"We're dispatching the police to your area, please stay calm."

Without thinking, I hung up. There was 5 loud bangs on the door, then a voice.

"Police! Open up!" I made my way to the door and opened it. I looked at the 4 police men standing at my door as I held my bloody hands out in front of me.

They let themselves in.

"We have a young child at the scene. Male, green eyes, brown curly hair, grey shirt, torn shorts, looks about 7." Why was he describing me?

"It appears he has killed his parents." The same man said into a black box on his shoulder.

Wait... They think I killed my mummy?

"Several stab wounds in the fathers chest, a bloody knife, and the boy has bloody hands." Another man who was next to daddy, said.

They all looked at me and I started to cry.

"C'mon kid, you're coming with us. You belong in a psycho ward."

"I DIDNT KILL MUMMY!! DADDY WAS HURTING HER SO I KILLED HIM!" I said the words before I could think.

They pinned me down and put cold metal around my wrists.

"This is the end." I thought.


Now here I am thirteen years later, sitting on the old uncomfortable bed in my cold, dark, lonely cell, running my fingers over the deep scar my father left on my face.

"Mr.Styles?" A deep voice said.

I looked up to see one of the guards standing at my cell door.

"Mr. Coleman would like to see you in his office."


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