Do it - or I'll do it for you

The smell of lies

Alex opened the door of the old wooded so called "home" and instead of being greeted with the smell of fresh baked cookies like she always wished, it was the smell of lonely cigarettes and fresh blood.
Oh joy!
Her father was home.
Alex's father was a police officer, at least that was what he told her. He was actually killing the innocent people; Alex knew since she was not a fucking idiot.
Her father was oblivious to the girls knowledge, just like everyone else. Alex was in fact the smartest kid in the school, she just didn't show it.
Everyday her father seemed to come home a new soul lying on his shirt.
One time when Alex was seven she finally asked her father why he was covered in blood.
SMACK
She was slapped so hard across the face it left a mark for the next few days. He shouted "LISTEN YOU LITTLE SHIT I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR YOUR FUCKING QUESTIONS!" He sat back down and proceeded to drink. Alex didn't cry. The thought of crying didn't even come into mind. There were no more tears left in her. She went back to throwing away beer bottles when her dad was done.
Alex had never asked her father that question again. When she did ask him something, all that parted his lips were lies. She could smell it.
"Where were you last night," she would ask.
"Sorry sweetheart, I had to work the night shift" he said, which actually meant "drinking until I forgot what I did today with my drug dealing friends."
"Oh okay"- the answer to anything her father said.
It was now 8:42 pm and Alex's father yelled from the ratty arm chair, "Another beer dumb ass!" 
"Okay!" In her head Alex actually said "No you motherfucker!" but she probably would've been killed right on the spot. Alex sometimes wondered why she was still alive, she was obviously no use to him.
"Here," Alex handed him a beer.
"How's school these days?"
What? He never asked anything like this.
"I um hu um h-" she stuttered.
"Oh your so dumb you can't even answers this? Stupid bitch! They should put you with the kidder gardeners!" His cold laugh filled her ears and it became hacking.
Do it.
"Who the fuck said that?" Oh, shit she had said that out loud.
"What're you talking about?" The father said back.
"You di you uh-"
"Oh your just being an idiot again okay how 'bout you go get the pack of cigarettes off the table for me?"
Come on there's a knife in his pocket.
"Where are you?"
"The fuck are you talking about get me my fucking cigarets you useless piece of shit!"
"I'm not talking to you!"
"No on else is here!"
Come on no on will care. He doesn't care about you. He didn't care about your mother, if you don't kill him, you'll be the blood on his shirt.
"SHUT UP!"
"What did you say?"
Alex screamed. She had been punched so hard it the gut, death would've been nicer.
I'll get the knife myself if you won't.
"What are you!"
No answer.
Everything went dark. She hadn't closed her eyes, she could feel them open. Alex couldn't move, it seemed that her arms and legs weren't there. There wasn't even that annoying ringing in her ears, it was just nothing.