I cut myself with knives and pens

"We have more than enough evidence to prove he's guilty for all four murders" the words rung in my ears. What?
My Dad was stood in front of me, looking straight forward, standing frighteningly still. Both his fists were clenched tightly, his nails digging deep, piercing the skin of his palm. I couldn't tell if he could hear the conversation or not. I panicked, wondering what the fuck I was supposed to do now!
"Rhiannon" His voice! That's the one thing that had changed most about him, the voice he spoke in. Since he's been with me, he's been speaking in a much calmer, softer tone. It had gone back. He was speaking in that same terrifying tone he used to speak in when he beat me, rape me!
"Rhiannon hang up and let's go home" I was struck for words, what do I say? I decided it'd look too suspicious just standing there.
"This isn't the correct way back" I spoke in a small, timid, nervous voice. "We made a wrong turn, we should just head back towards the police station"
"No." He responded in a sharp, vicious sound. "We'll go where I say!"
"How'd you know your way around?"
He turned around and the look had come back into his eyes. The look off pure unhumane evil.
His strong arms pushed against my shoulders, forcing me into an alley way.
He pushed me up against the wall, before his fist came down on my cheek.
"You did it. You killed Mom, YOU KILLED ALL MY BEST FRIENDS!"
"Wow. Well done, clever Rhiannon works it out, too late to save yourself though. While you were having your little talk with the police officers I was out murdering Emily. and setting my trap for Beth. Storm was the easiest. I managed to slice her throat open while you were still busy preparing your shitty meals. That's how I know my way around. I haven't lived with your mother for months, I've been following you around."
"What...." I was taken back for words.
"The original plan was to make your death seem like a suicide. Cut all your veins open and force you into over dosage. But whats the point now? you've got enough cuts and they already know it's me. But hey maybe it'll be fun"
And with that he took his knife and made a deep cut down my arm. it hurt but not to much. He then pokes his fingers into the cut, making me cry out in pain.
He whacked me across the head with a brick, knocking me over onto the floor. I lay on the floor, slightly dizzy. I felt my Dad's presence move closer towards me. His weight slowly fell up on me. I suddenly got a million times more scared. I felt the knifes sharp blade stroke my cheek, leaving red dripping from the tear in my face.
"Dad" I sobbed "daddy please"
His hand smacked my face again, and again.
I was terrified.
My body felt a whole lot better when the weight of my dad was lifted up off me, and thrown into the wall.
A tall figure stood in front of me, a very recognisable tall figure. Andy.
My Dad struggled to his get but was knocked down again by Andy. My dad was pinned down by the handsome singer, who's face had turned pale and was spitting through his gritted teeth.
"I knew she shouldn't trust you! You sick bastard! You ruined her childhood, I won't let you end her life!" A drop of sweat travelled down his forehead and hit my dad, who's face looked terrified. He begged Andy for sympathy
"Please, I'm sorry, I'll move back to England, I'll leave her alone!" But soon realised it wasn't getting him anywhere. My dad reached behind him and wrapped his fingers around a knife, which he pulled up and impaled it into Andy's side.
I had always been a fan of Andy's screaming. I'm songs, it was my favourite sound. In pain, my least favourite.
My father had loosened Andy's grip and pushed him onto his back. His foot swung back and forth, kicking Andy in his wound.
I covered my eyes with my hands, unable to look.
I was a coward. Andy was there in agony, being beaten by my father, all to try and save me. And what was I doing? I was sat there hiding away. I couldn't do that!
I got to my feet and ran into my Dad. Surprised, he fell off his feet and tripped over Andy. I stood there, wondering what the fuck I was supposed to do now.
My Dad roses up slowly, and turned to look me in the eye. He was smiling. And evil smile.
He came towards me and I just stood there, until Andy jumped to his feet and the knife got him instead.
He turned around to face me. He had a fair smile on his lips, and tears in his eyes. His two wounds bled out but he didn't show any weakness. His body was shaking as he turned his back on me, reached out and pulled my dads knife out of his hands, before proceeding to stab the cunt in the chest. Once, twice, three times. He repeatedly raised the knife and brought it down on his body, making a bloody mess of the place. Even after it was obvious there wasn't a breathe left inside his lungs, Andy carried on. With his dying strength he stabbed this sick man in the heart.
The more he did it, the weaker he got. I couldn't let him die! Not like this! Not because off me! I ran towards him and grabbed him from behind, locking his arm so he couldn't bring it down.
"Please Andy. Don't do this. I can't loose you, I'll never forgive myself" I sobbed into the black material that covered his back. I felt his tense body loosen up.
I had to get him out of here. I let go and he fell backwards, I yelled seeing his almost lifeless body fall and hit the hard concrete ground.
"Andy" I sobbed through tears.
His hand came up and stroked my face.
I could hear sirens in the background, where they here for us? I didn't know what to do, should I get help and risk him dying alone while I'm gone or do I stay by his side?
I knew I didn't need to get help when a team off police officers came running in.

Notes

I'm sorry it's so late, but I had to post this so I can start my christmas special