Escha Rose

~This is my first book so all the best. If you guys don't like it leave me feed back and tell me what you think. i just want to see what i can do with it. so yeah. add it to your library and comment. loves- lunanaomii ~ "Stop, please. I'm sorry" i plead to my father. But he didn't listen. He never does. He kept kicking me and kicking me until i had enough. Guess I must have caught a whiff of courage because the next thing i know i was up and running into the kitchen. Which is something i would never do. I ran so fast, well as fast as i could with a few broken ribs and a deep cut to my thigh. I reach the kitchen and come to realize that i am cornered. "Come here you useless excuse for a purpose" i hear my dad shout from the hall. Stepping into the kitchen he spots me by the counter farthest away from the wall. "No wonder your mom left you, you suck. Your disgusting, your ugly, your fat and your dumb." he says listing off all the things that make me, me. All the while he was moving closer to me, but not big gigantic steps, baby steps to make me scared. "but since you want to run" he continued, "you are gonna be punished" he paused and looked me up and down. "strip". he commanded. That is the one thing i would never want to do again. Why did i have to run?Why did i have to be so stupid? I scoot back and shake my head no. "N-no father. I-i-i'm your daughter. T-th-thats sick'' i say with fear lacing my voice. I look around trying to find an escape but he realizes what i am doing so he shoots for me. I must've had the speed of a cheetah that day because i moved just in time for him to go crashing into the counter, knocking everything down in the process. Eyeing the knife by my ankle i grab it and run from the kitchen. Seconds later he's behind me, chasing me to the front of the house. He knocks me down from the back and the knife goes flying out of my hand. My father straddles my back and tugs at my hair. "How you feeling now?" he asks out of breath. "Want to run again?" he asks in a sick voice. I throw my head back and hear a c***k followed by a sting of curses. I throw my head back again attempting to get him off my back. I guess i threw my head back far enough because he goes falling off of my back. I move forward and he catches my hair again. I get my hair out of his grasp and stand up watching him. He looks like a rabid animal, with his crazed eyes and blood running from his nose down to his chin. "NO MORE!" i shout. "You touch me again and i will kill you." i say with a steady voice. I meant it. But he didn't take my threat seriously. I had the knife behind my back. It was the sharpest knife we had in the kitchen. Steel knife it was. He was up on his knee and i kicked his face. He fell but rolled back over and hopped up facing me. Now with more blood running down his face. He wiped the blood on the back of his arm and came running towards me too fast for me to comprehend what was going on and took my throat into his hand. "You dare to threaten me? Who do you think you are.?'' with every word his grip on my head became tighter. His hand came to the hem of my shirt and my blood ran cold because i knew what was to come. I have the knife in a firm grip but he doesn't seem to notice."LET ME GO YOU SICK BASTARD" i shout. I'm shaking in anger. He punches me in my stomach. It hurt really bad. It felt like my ribs were being torn apart. I suck in a breath and go limp in his hold. 'take the bait you son of a b***h' i think to myself. "please....let me go" i plead with false fear. He tightens his hold on my neck and speaks with so much venom that i am now shaking in fear. "I'm going to r**e you again. Since that's what you call it" he breathes. " then i'm going to kill you." he finishes. He rips my shirt and i'm only left with my bra and pants on. "NO" I shout. Maneuvering my arm forward the knife punctures his stomach. I stab and i stab him. I get up and look at what I have done. And then i run. Because I, Escha Rose, 12 years old, have killed my father.