I woke up to the sound of yelling coming from downstairs. Confused about what was happening, I decided to walk down in just my usual PJ's. Andy was at the door, arguing with someone who's voice sounded very familiar. SHIT. I quickly hid behind the couch, realizing who was at the door. It was my dad, and he'd probably come to try and take me back home.

"Aalleexxsh!" My father slurred, "I kknnooww you're in there!"

Shit. He was drunk yet again.

"Sir, could you please leave?" Andy asked calmly.

"Not until I shee my baby guwrl," Jesus my dad is such a dumbass when he's drunk.

Andy sighed. "Alex, someone wants to see you," He yelled.

I slowly got out from behind the couch and stood behind Andy, hiding behind him for protection.

"Hi dad..." I mumbled

"Come hhommmee, I'm so lonely without your mother," He groaned

"Without mom..? What happened to mom?" I asked, confused.

"The shtupid bitch tried to leave me, so I got rid of 'er" He said, laughing.

"Got... rid... of...?" I asked, feeling numb and frozen in place. Andy slowly started moving me further behind him.

"Yhup!" He said, popping the p, "Hoe got what she desherved. I shoved pillsh down her throat and made it look like a shuishide." He said, stumbling into the house.

My entire body went numb and I couldn't move. I could barely even hear Andy because everything sounded like it was underwater.

"Get the fuck out of my house now, I'm calling the cops,"

"Make me," My dad spat in his face.

"Oh, I'll let the cops do that. It's their job to deal with scum like you," He growled, wiping the spit off his face.

"Yup, and I got everything you said earlier recorded on my phone, so it looks like you're gonna be there for a looonnngg time" Ashley said smiling smugly as he walked downstairs.

My dad lunged at him, but Ashley just stepped aside and caught his arm while he was running, twisting it behind his back. My dad yelled out in pain and Ashley just layed him on his stomach on the ground and sat on his back with his arms crossed like he did before.

"Alex?" Andy hugged me tight, but I still didn't move an inch. I was totally numb from the shock, both physically and emotionally. I hated my dad for how he treated me and how he'd beaten me, but I still cared deeply about my mother, even though she was a bitch, and now she's gone.

There were no tears. There was no sadness, only rage. Rage that filled my veins and gave me the adrenaline rush of a lifetime. Rage that would send me over the edge.

I stomped over to my father. "Ashley, get off him," I growled. He looked at me shocked but did as I asked. My father slowly got up, stumbling uncontrollably. I walked up to him, then kneed him right where it matters most (the groin). He howled in pain.

"THAT. Was for nearly killing me the other night in your drunken rage."

I slowly pulled my arm back and clenched my hand into a fist. I punched him right in the nose, making him bleed tons and howl out even louder in pain.

"And THAT, was for MOM!" I screamed and shoved him back onto the ground.

Ashley and Andy were both looking at me, their mouths forming perfect O's.

"Remind me never to get you mad," Ashley said, walking back over to my father and sitting on top of him again.

"We'll just call that bit self-defense," Andy chuckled. He slowly walked over to me. "You ok now?"

I nodded slowly, tears filling my eyes. Andy hugged me, laying my head on his chest and whispered "Shh, it'll all be alright,"

I cried until the cops came. Evidently they knew all about him, and the second they heard Ashley's recording, they thanked him for giving them the evidence they needed to send him to jail for a long-ass time. They asked what happened to him, and Andy gestured toward me and said "This girl can seriously defend herself when she gets mad,"

The cops chuckled. "Yeah, looks like she's pretty damn strong for such a small girl," One said. They took my father away and I was happy I'd never see him again.

Andy carried me up to my room and laid me down on my bed. He smiled at me softly.

"Get some rest beautiful, you need it," He kissed my forehead and headed back to is own room.

I sobbed quietly, thinking about how my mom must've died. All alone, in pain and agony, hating the one person she used to love most. Horrible thoughts kept rushing through my mind and the only thing I could think about was letting it all go.

I needed to see my mom again. I needed to hug her, to tell her I loved her. I'd do anything just to be able to let her know I cared, even meet her in the afterlife.

I pulled my razor out of one of my bags, smiling at the cold feeling of the blade against my skin.

I'll be with you soon, Mom.

Notes

So yeah, crappy art at the beginning I know, more photoshop not enough drawing. Oh boy the suspense! if it's too much I'll try and update by the end of the day. :3