Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Thriller

 

Looking back at this, I still believe it wasn't me.


So I wanted to explain to you why my dad is dead. He was stabbed in the head with a 6 inch Boning Knife, which was somehow in my hand at the time. Everything was a blur from me having a concession, to my dad popping his shin into my ankle. See, he was trying to sexually assault me. I'll tell you in brief, short chapters so you'll understand.




CHAPTER 1: Home from school

So, I remember walking home with my crush, Kayden, because he said he wanted to "Talk" with me. He walked me and held my hand as he talked about how he thought that we we're perfect together. I told him that maybe he find another girl, possibly a cuter one. He smiled and walked me home. When we got to the porch, it was awkward and he  gave me his phone number. He specifically said: "If anything happens, Call me. If you're in trouble, you know the drill." Then he smiled and awkwardly waved good bye.



CHAPTER 2: Dadphobic
So, as I walked in, my dad was sitting in front of the door staring at a old picture which was from 1998, of my mom with her other husband. She looked happy as she held me. He looked up at me and asked: "Angelice, who was that boy?"
I didn't want to answer that question, so I tried to get upstairs.  I could feel my dad's eyes glare at the back of my head.  Then, he snapped the picture frame in half .Then he repeated: "ANGELICE WHO WAS THAT BOY?!" I turned around and replied: "Dad, he's just
.... A friend."  I heard him murmur something, so I turned back around and kept walking.
                      I wasn't expecting what's next....


CHAPTER 3: Death Syndrome
My dad was following me, so it turned from me walking, to me speed walking. He got faster, and so did I. It turned all the way to me running in full swing as he was chasing me. My room was in the Attic, 3 more floors. I ran all the way to the bathroom, and locked myself in. I could hear deadly screeching from behind the door. Then, a butcher knife, rammed through the door. There, my dad was staring at me. "You're still Daddy's girl aren't you?!" I thought for a moment. I didn't answer so he broke in and grabbed me by the leg. I tried to hit him but he slung me over his shoulder. He grabbed me and tried to take my clothes off.  I managed to trip him and we flew downstairs to the basement.  I felt dizzy, and I saw dad with  his shin popped. That must've happened when my ankle hit his leg. I grabbed Kayden's number, and weakly dragged myself to the basement. I dialed his number but it went straight to voicemail. I tried again. And again. Finally, he picked up. As soon as I could try to get a few words in, my dad had picked up the phone too. I could hear my dad breathing, and then Kayden said he had to go. I heard footsteps and I hid under a shady Box. My dad barged the door open and said: "I won't hurt you if you don't tell. Your Mom learned that the hard way."



CHAPTER 4: Dead At Last
My dad was still looking for me, when I noticed that I was next to a whole box of Knives. I grabbed my most favorite; The Boning Knife. It had everything slim, which meant it could easily be hidden. I slowly Crept from under the box, when my dad had been standing there the whole time. He pulled me from the box as I quickly hid the Boning Knife. "Next time if you try to call some rat I'll stab you and stick you in some mouse traps. Do you want that problem?!" I finally answered. "No, Dad." As he tried to grab me and pull me close, I pulled out the Knife and stabbed dad in his head. He fell to the floor, grasping for air, as I ran upstairs. I called Kayden saying that my dad was trying to sexually hurt me. He came rushing to my house with his parents and the police. They started investigating what happened. They also found out this:



"Angela Ranee Gosi(Mom) Was Stabbed in the heart and stuffed into the freezer, by her husband, Angelo Deri Rosno.(Dad) He had one child, who could possibly be his next victim(me)." from KS news in 1113 Washington Ave(fake news)


I visited my dad in the hospital, just when he was dying. The police were so brutal, they would've put his dead body in jail still. 


So, I guess it was me who killed the "Woman Hunter" of the year.