He sits waiting
Hoping he doesn't come home soon
Hes scarred
The gun is in his hand
Hes waiting for his dad
To walk through the door screaming again,
Waiting for daddy dearest to hit his mother again
I swear to god i'll kill him, he says
Her face still bruised from the last encounter
She lies motionless in her bed
Too afraid to move,
Afraid to fuck up again, as he would say
Yet her son is downstairs waiting for that monster
So his revenge can be fulfilled
The nob of the door turns
In walks his father
Obviously pissed off from a long day
He tells his son to get the fuck upstairs
The boy says no,
WHAT did you say? You little shit!
Do what i say, his father says
The boy screams out FUCK YOU
I wont let you hurt her again, he says
The father says, boy you'll be next with that attitude
No i wont, He cocks the gun and fires
It was empty
The father full of rage, beats his son to a bloody pulp
His mother hears the racket upstairs, full of fear she flies down the stairs
She stabs her husband,with a butcher knife
she goes into a fit of rage and keeps stabbing
Her husbands evil snare fades from his face
She dials 911 and tells them what happened
The police said she stabbed him 76 times
The man unrecognizable, her son in worse condition
Three weeks spent in the hospital, her son recovers
He looks at her, scarred and full of compassion
The words thank you escape his mouth
A contest entry
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Three weeks spent in the hospital, her son recovers
He looks at her, scarred and full of compassion
The words thank you escape his mouth
Ah..what a thought provoking scenrio you have pourtrayed ..well done...
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thanks
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