NO! He won't TOUCH MY MA!

I wake up, my eyes and throat still burning, and the pain on my thighs and crotch almost unbearable. looking up the stairs I see the door propped open with a fan in the doorway.

Not Ma!

Twist, twist. I begin ripping my arms back and forth while rotating them. Quickly the zip ties tear through the skin and blood starts dripping out. But I don't stop, I keep doing it.

No amount of pain matters, not now!

Soon there's so much blood that it starts pouring onto the floor around the chair's armrests. I keep going. Lines all across the top of my forearms and blood everywhere, I start.

Pull. I pull as hard as I can back, the zip ties digging up under my skin. I pull harder and these zip ties start ripping up flaps of skin. I pull harder.

Finally, there is enough blood as lubricant and enough removed skin that the first zip tie slips off on each hand. I keep pulling my arms though, the pain threatening to make me pass out but I don't care.

I PULL!

With each zip tie, it gets easier until—

Now for my legs.

Standing up I lean forward, keeping my body straight. The zip ties tighten around my legs and don't let me move my feet under the chair enough.

Fine then.

I lean back onto the top of the chairs' backrest, reaching as far back as I can. I swing my arms and upper body forwards as hard as I can

Pop, pop, pop. the sound of the first few zip ties breaking plays in my ears. I work my way through the rest.

Where is he?

I walk up the steps. They creak but the fan masks the sound. I walk making sure not to slip in the little pools of blood that form beneath my arms. Getting to the top I look around. No one was there. I unplug the fan grabbing it. Once it's off I can hear the sound of him talking so I follow it to a room. Holding the fan I stand by the door and wait.

"Daddy please, I can't take this anymore!"

"I told you not to call me that KATHY!"

"I'm sorry...Hunny. I just don't want to go on anymore, please just let me go. I'll do it while you’re not here, just--"

"I told you never to talk like her! Don't talk like that again, I won't lose you. Not again. We can be together forever now. I know! You need rest, don't you? I'll come back later after I take care of some things."

Footsteps come towards the door and I cock the fan back. The door opens, "What is this?" He bends down looking at the carpet stained by my blood in front of the door. When he does his head sticks out past the door frame and I slam the fan into the back of his head. He falls to the floor but quickly rolls over. When he does I rub my forearm over his eyes, covering them in blood. He goes to wipe his eyes but I quickly hit him with the fan again and again.

"Don't!"

BAM!

"You!"

BAM!

"Ever!"

BAM!

"Touch!"

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BAM! The fan is destroyed and there is barely any left to hit him with. I throw it to the side and start stomping on his head. Screams are coming from inside the room but I don't stop.

"My!"

BAM!

"MA!"

I sit on his chest pinning him to the ground. He fights and starts to lift me up with his arm. I dig my thumbs into his eyes and he quickly loses his strength as he screams. I then take off my belt and wrap it around his throat and pull. I drag him through the house and to the kitchen. I grab a rolling pin and beat him unconscious, then I open his mouth and place my heel in against his bottom teeth while I grab his top row of teeth.

SNAP. His jaw now hangs open as he wakes up and screams. I walk to the cabinets under the sink, ripping the doors off, and pull out a jug. Taking off the cap I smell the familiar scent of chlorine in the air. I place the bottle upside down into his open mouth. It fills up his mouth and overflows out the sides. He shakes back and forth but I'm standing on his hands so he doesn't have much movement. By the time the gallon bottle empties he is no longer moving.

I fall to the ground and take off my pants and underwear, then his. I put his on and get my belt from his throat, after rinsing it off in the sink I put it on.

I go back to the room he came out of and stand there, listening to her cries. They hadn't stopped the whole time, but neither did I.

If I go in this room I'll... kill her.

"I know you’re there, plea...please. Just kill, me."

I walk into the room and look her in the eyes. She's laying on the bed in a wedding dress, both hands strapped to the bed as if she could move freely. I stand there, just staring at her.

"Please, I have nothing left! I should have died that day... I planned to die that day. So please, I know you want to do it. Just do it!" She never stopped crying, not even when she spoke. I walked over to her and got on top of her, the blood from my arms dripping across her face and on her white dress as I did. I reached down and placed my hands on her throat. I gripped harder. Harder! Water fell from my eyes onto her face as she choked.

"Give him back!"

I gripped harder, "I just want my friend back."

She finally stopped struggling not long after I started, if you could call what she was capable of, struggling. I feel to the side, blood from my arms and water from my eyes soaked the sheets.

I have to get up. I have to go home. I don't want to worry Ma.

I have to get up. Ma, before she notices I'm gone, don't want her to worry.

I have to get up. I haven't lost enough blood for me to pass out. So why can't I move? Why won't my body move?

I have to get up...

Knock, knock, knock. "Hello, Mr. Shultz this is Officer Brandon, from before? I've come to ask you about your whereabouts last week."

Who is that, they're so loud? I have to get up.

"Mr. Shultz? Please I just have to ask you a few questions."

I have to get up.

"Mr. Shultz I know if you’re not in there someone has to be because of your daughter. Please open the door."

Get up!

"Rebecca? Are you there? Rebecca, I'm coming in!"

Boom...Boom...BOOM!

I spring up from the bed.

"Oh my god, Mr. Shultz!...Rebecca! Rebecca are you okay?"

The sound of his equipment raddling as he moved slowly drew closer.

It's a cop. Do I kill a cop? If he tries to kill me he dies, I have to make it to Ma.

I walk over to the wall by the doorway, his sound approaches. I hear him press against the wall close to me.

Time slows.

I crouch down on the ground and he whips around the doorway, he sees me but his gun is aimed above me.

Too late

I stand, sticking my arms out and pushing his gun up into the air, it goes off only once before he brings his supporting arm back up to it to gain control of the gun.

Too bad for you I don't want the gun.

I knee him in the crotch while I grab his baton. leaning back to give just enough space for the baton, it grazes his nose as it passes by his head. I hit his hand holding the gun, but he doesn't drop it. He begins to point it in my direction. I drop the baton and grab the gun of the barrel, turning it away from me and towards the cop. While I twist it his thumb gets caught by the trigger.

Boom! The pain hits my ears before the bullet hits his head. He falls to the floor, while I'm staggered for a second by the pain of a gun going off next to my head.

"Sorry but I have to go to Ma." After staring at him for a second I grabbed his keys and left.

I walked to his car and checked the screen on the center console. He had a map pulled up that let me know where I was.

I could take his car but they can track it. It'll take me a while but I can make it there.

Only a few hours to go. If only I had the energy to run.

"WOOP! WOOP!" Red and blue lights flashed from behind me a car quickly pulled up next to me with an officer jumping out of it. Straight away he pulled out his gun, taking aim at me. "Tom Gun, get on the ground now"

How did they find me so—

I looked down at my bloody arms and remembered how beaten bruised and swollen my face was.

"Get on the ground! Now!"

I turned towards the cop and took a step.

Boom!

Time slowed.

Dammt I can't dodge it completely. Come on push harder, and move! The bullet went through the outer part of my left arm, and pain shot through my body

"AGHHHHH!"

DIE!