It’s wednesday today, I wake up I shower, I put on my favorite denim jeans and my striped green longsleeve. I walk into the kitchen to make myself a sandwich for school and as I’m putting everything away I see the knives in that mother had recently cleaned laying on the kitchen counter. So sharp, So shinny. I quickly grab the thickest one and put it in my back pocket and untuck my longsleeve shirt  so that it can cover it. Today is the day It all stops, all this verbal abuse, the rape, all the hurting. It will be over in a few hours.
    

Charlie is sleeping and my mom left to work. The minute she left I snuck into their bedroom and hid inside the closet. He’s right there laying on the bed knocked out cold. I'm sitting there bored waiting.I suddenly fall into a deep sleep and I remember everything. The way he hits my mom when she comes home from work. How he treats me and my sister like we’re pieces of s***. Calling us names making us feel worthless, hitting us when we make little mistakes. He’s 6’2 slim and pale with a thick russian accent. Mother fell in love with him when Linda was three, two years later I was conceived. At first things were great. Smooth, peachy. But once he lost his job he changed dramatically. He started drinking, doing drugs, cheating on my mom with women he didn’t know. I don’t know why my mom is still with him and I don’t know why we’re still here.
   

I have many reasons why I call him by his name and not “Dad.”I just don’t feel the connection. The way he treats my mother and my sister makes my blood boil. I’ve seen  too many things that make me want to snap his neck like the toothpicks he chews.  Once he forced my mother to have sex with him. That day Me and linda were in her room watching Dexter. We heard screaming, the usual but this is day it was ten times as worse. He slapped my mom across the face twice and took her to the room. It was very unpleasant, the thought of that killed me inside.
        

I wake up  scared I didn't realize I had fallen asleep. I look out the crack from the closet door and I see no one laying on the bed. He's awake. Linda is here I can barely   hear her and charlie. It gets quite for about ten minutes and then it begins. “ No leave me alone!. I don’t want to leave me alone” I can hear linda crying. “ Please”. I feel so hot and I just need to hit something already. I hear something fall on the floor, I think it’s linda being dragged on the floor I can barely see. He drags her into the room unbuckling his belt. I wanna cry but yet I’m filled with so much anger. I clench my jaw tight and take the kitchen knife out of my pocket and hold it tight. I think I’m ready. “ Please leave me alone”, “ Shut up you b****!” . I just can’t take any of this anymore. Charlie lifts my sister’s dress up and he starts. Linda screaming in pain, my poor sister. I grab the sides of my hair and put them behind my ears and wipe the sweat out.

I burst out of the closet door and with all my force I push him away from my sister and I stab him right in his collar bone. “ Michael omg what are you doing?”, “ Not now linda!” I scream. I never raise my voice at anyone, not my mother not my sister. Charlie loses his balance and falls to the ground. Me and linda stand there looking at him in pain screaming. “I’m gonna f***ing kill you little s***”. He tries to take the knife out but it’s in deeper than I thought and I’m glad it is. Charlie grabs the bed covers trying to get up but linda kicks him right in the face with her clear heeled jelly shoes. I’m amazed. We’re both enjoying this. Hearing him scream is music to my ears and I just love this feeling.  He looks a little unconscious after that massive hit to the face so I decide to take the knife out of his collarbone. All that blood, the bottom of my shoes are filled with all that russian thick blood.

“Michael what are we gonna do now?”
“Finish killing him”
“The body michael, what are we going to do with his body”
“He fits in the trash can. That’s where he will go”

I hand the knife to linda and she slowly cuts his throat. She holds the knife with two hand holds up in front of her and stabs him right in his chest. “I’m done”. I feel so emotionless I feel nothing but joy. Linda rushes inside the restroom and I know she’s crying. I know she’s scared for what’s about to happen to me, But I am ready. I’ll call it “self defense”. While she’s in the restroom I drag his body behind the trashcan in our backyard. I walk inside and the whole carpet is filled with blood. My mother’s car pulls up on the driveway, linda is still in the restroom. I walk inside the bedroom where I slaughtered the pig. I pick up the knife from the floor, put the sides of my hair behind my ears, tuck my shirt and sit there waiting for my mother to see the disaster. I hear the door open. She screams. I yell out “mom” in a sobbing voice. She runs inside the room and see’s everything. “Michael what have you done”.