Parasitic Liquid

         It was even colder behind the door than in the hallway. Just walking in the room took great effort. I knew it was the right room. I saw my mother step out from the curtain's shadow. Her eyes were red from tears, and Kat sat in the chair with puffy eyes. That made me cry even more. I knew something horrible had happened.

        "I think I should go now. Text me later, okay?"

        "Okay." One last hug, then he was off.

        "Come on, honey. You should see him now."

        "Wait... No, nevermind. I can answer that myself in a second." And I turned to see who was behind the curtain... I couldn't help letting out a loud, blood curdling shriek. I had been right about who it was.

        Sure it had been five years since I last saw him, and he had tried to kill me then. So what if he didn't care that I was only eight years old? I still loved him all the same, and it killed me to see that. After all, he was still my father, whether I liked it or not.

        It had been eight hours since I saw it, and now it was in the early hours of the morning. I just couldn't get that image out of my head... It was like a parasitic liquid, leaking into the crevasses of my mind and sticking. I saw his mangled, twisted body, covered in blood. his right foot was backwards. His left foot was... Well, that's just it. I didn't know where his left foot was. It was a mere bloody stump at the base of his leg. Three gashes had placed themselves upon his right arm. Another larger one was laid across his face. I had been so off in my guessing... How could this have happened? Who would want to do this to my daddy? And more importantly why... No. Mother was right; I needed to get off the subject at once! But I was restless... I had good reason to be though. After all, someone had attempted to murder my daddy. I'm pretty sure their success would come through within three days or so. I was spending every moment I could with my dear father... In fact, I was at his side whenever it hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew exactly who would want to do it. But why? That one question remained. Just that one. I had everything else figured out, or so I thought. I knew she would be here at the hospital tomorrow to see my father with her false sorrow... I would beat her until she resembled raw hamburger patties even more than my father. With all the anger inside me, I probably could. And I wouldn't have one drop, not one molecule of remorse. No regret over it to be found in my entire existence. This was war.

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[Rae]

His death isn't official. I don't even know yet. The next book will tell more about that. And he tried to kill her because he was on drugs and an alcoholic. It wasn't his fault. This did cause the divorce of Haley's parents, though.

[etxcp]

Wait! Her dad tried to kill her????? Mean! But it's still sad that he died..... :(