mary and her mom they ain t never really had much never met her dad she was sad and such she got bused to school in a good neighborhood but the kids didn t treat her like a good neighbor would man harassin her for the clothes that her mom supplied the first couple times they did it she cried after a while she d take in stride walking down hall between classes she d let it all slide swallowing her pride to the point that it was full eaten after school getting bullied and beaten but to her mom she made none of it known she figured that her mother already had enough problems of her own she came home one day to a new face a man in her living room unpacking his suit case her mom said he s going to stay with us for a while at the news mary cracked a smile she figured he d be like a dad or maybe an older brother he can stay as long as he likes she told her mother and at first it was kinda nice everybody got along for the most parts just a couple minor fights but as the months went on it got worse if he didn t get his way he d scream and curse mary never knew this was how a father behaved it was less father and daughter and more master and slave all the money mom saved he would blow getting bent broke open her piggy bank stole every cent he would come home drunk and snort lines in the living room openly some nights he lost control totally he d grab her mom by the neck and ice grill her and tell her that if she ever left him he would kill her and mary would listen all alone from her room shaking too much for a little girl to take in but the worse of it all was yet to come the new habit he developed was a devilish one she ain t know what he was doing but she knew it wasn t right when he came into her room in the middle of the night man she started keeping something in her night stand something she found in the kitchen by the frying pan she was in a new mental state ready to release all of the anger and pent up hate and she swore when he came to her door she wouldn t take it lying down like she had before she kept the knife in the drawer with the handle sticking out next time he came in she chickened out so she decided she would hide it in a place much closer somewhere she could grab it as soon as he approached her put it under the pillow and she was ready the next time he came in she wielded it like a machete you could tell by the way that she swung that she had practiced shadow stabbing in her mirror for the past six weeks her confidence level had peaked the first slice to the dick then she stabbed him in the cheek and she didn t stop stabbing even when he stopped screaming still stabbing and sticking even when he stopped breathing her mom ran in and she screamed in horror as she slipped and she fell on the blood covered floor screaming mary stick em ha ha ha stick em mary stick em ha ha ha stick em mary stick em ha ha ha stick em ma ma ma mom i m done being a victim1