Blood. It was everywhere. Her once white dress was now pure red. She looked down at the face of the man in her lap and the knife in her hands. His mouth was open in a scream that never had a chance to escape. His eyes were wide, staring at the ceiling but glazed over. Unseeing. She reached down and shut his eyes. "Sorry Daddy but it was you or me. At least you're with mum now." She whispered.
She stood up and looked down at his lifeless body. Pathetic she thought Pathetic how he called himself powerful yet here he is laying in a pool of his own blood defeated by his own daughter. She let out a small chuckle before walking over to the grand mirror in the hallway. There were blood splatters up her face offsetting against her green eyes. She grinned.
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Short Story"One person can only deal with so much before they snap... Like I did" That's what she told the police and that was the truth. A life of abuse and neglect led her to what she did. People who say differently are either stupid or haven't heard the fu...
