“Stop it, mama!” I yelled. “Stop it!”

My mom stepped forward and took another swing. Her fist smashed the side of my face.

“You’re the worst child I’ve ever seen! You ungrateful girl!” She shouted, riddling my face with slaps and punches.

I sunk down against the counters and put my arms in front of my face. “Stop it! You’re hurting me!”

My dad stepped up behind my mom. “No one can hear you scream.” He smirked.

“Please. Just stop.” I cried. “Just stop!”

“You’re a bad girl. You deserve to be punished.” My father replied coldly.

“I said I was sorry!” I replied, tears running down my face.

“Sorry’s not good enough.” My mom gritted through her teeth.

She and my dad kept hitting me and hitting me, and eventually my reflexes took control. I grabbed the knife out from under the counter slowly, and brought it forward in a haste. The steel blade slice through my mothers throat and I jumped to the side.

My father snarled and charged at me. I jutted the knife out quickly and he fell into it, dying quickly.