the rent

he comes home and she's reading in the corner. we're out of money.
she puts the book down and looks up. what?
we're out of money. i don't think we can pay the rent. can you ask your parents?
i asked them last month, too. they can't keep providing for us.
do it for me this once. we need to pay the rent. i'm not getting evicted.
she gets up and walks over to hug him. i love you, but you need to stop messing around.
i need to what?
she releases him and looks at him. i mean, i think you should go back to school. i'm in my junior year now, and we could both go together. it might be fun.
you think i should go back to school?
shove the table rattles
he grabs her face. shut the fuck up.
don't touch me. don't fucking touch me.
i fucking provide for you. i make it so you have a place to stay. i make it so you can wake up in the morning. i work six fucking days a week, and you show your appreciation by telling me to go back to school. wow.
shut up. you're fucking worthless. just like your fatheSLAPDON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TALK ABOUT MY FATHER. her head hits the wall hard and she loses her balance. DON'T YOU FUCKING TALK ABOUT HIM.
stop it.
don't do that.
stop it.
don't fucking do that. don't fucking talk about my fucking father.
stop it. christ.
don't fucking talk about my father. don't FUCKING TALK ABOUT MY FATHER. he wraps his hand around her neck and pulls it. she makes a quiet thump on the floor. you fucking stupid bitch. you fucking stupid bitch.
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you fucking stupid bitch. oh my fucking god.
he jams his foot into her stomach. she gasps and then coughs. he doesn't say anything, he just yells. he kicks her in the stomach again. she lays on her back, her hands holding herself. he motions to do it again and she tries to cover her stomach to lessen the hurt, but he kicks her twice. oh my fucking god, you stupid bitch. she coughs again and tries to say something but can't. he walks into the next room and opens the kitchen drawer. he spends a few seconds shuffling it around, then holds the knife and stands next to her. she can't talk. she can't say anything. all she does is make quiet sounds because it really hurts. he gets on his knees next to her and slits her open. blood starts to surge out of her.
remember when you were in the hospital for three weeks? remember that? do you? talk to me.
she's very quiet. all they hear is the quiet dripping of blood. he takes her hand and holds it stretched above her.
remember?
do you?
talk to me.
he holds the knife to her wrist and pierces it. he haphazardly cuts downward making an uneven gash. she cries out. the blood is spreading on the carpet. he takes her other arm and jams the knife through her wrist. she screams for a second, then stops. then he starts to stab her chest. he thrusts the knife as deep into her as he can. it's very quiet as he does this, with only the muted sound of skin being torn open and blood violently spurting out. he doesn't make any noise. she sobs and kicks, but he's strong and holds her down, thrusting the knife deep into her over and over. she stops. she's dead now, but he still keeps thrusting the knife as deep into her as it will go.