The end of my tormenters...

Lauren looked at her toes in embarrassment. She was being scolded for breaking the TV.

"I don't understand why you can't just watch the frikin TV like normal children!" Her father was on one of his drunken rampages. His face was beet red and he was spitting everywhere. The TV was still smoking in the background.

"I'm sorry dad." She muttered.

"Well, sorry isn't good enough! When are you going to learn to be like a normal child?!?" Lauren looked guiltily at the TV and the remote that was sticking out of it. The glass was cracked all around it, and some pieces of glass had fallen out.

"I'm sorry." Her father stalked up to her and simmered above her.

"What did you say?" He asked in a dangerously low voice.

"I said I'm sorry." Her father knelt down beside her and glared into her lowered eyes. He raised his hand, and brought it down hard. Lauren looked up in surprise as her father's hand struck her face. She squeaked as she felt tears flood to her eyes. Her father stood up, still glaring at her.

"Go to your bedroom. Now." Lauren quickly walked into her room and shut the door. There, she collapsed on her bed in a sobbing heap, cradling her stinging cheek. Her mind ran over the events that had brought her to this miserable situation. She saw the TV, still working and flashing in animated colors. Her parents were arguing again. It was about her grades and the course of punishment that they would take. They kept talking as if she wasn’t even there. As if she were a dog to be punished for wetting the rug. Lauren remembered that she kept getting madder and madder as the punishments grew more and more ridiculous. Finally, she wanted them to stop, and threw the remote. Her anger fueled her strength and the remote shattered the TV screen, causing her mother to scream in alarm.
Lauren couldn’t bear it anymore and burst into another lobbing fit. When she could hear over her sobbing, it was an hour later and she heard that her father was screaming at her mother again.

"I don't understand! Why would she throw the fucking remote at the god damn TV?!?" Her dad slammed his fist on the kitchen counter. She heard glasses rattling.

"I don't know, honey." Her mother replied, obviously trying to calm him down.

"Don’t' you 'honey' me! This is your fault!"

"How is this my fault?!?" Her mother was mad now. "She's your daughter too!"

"You spoil the little dumb ass!" She heard her mother gasp.

"Don't talk about our daughter that way! It’s your blood that's made her so angry and stubborn!" She heard a slapping noise, and her mother whimpering. Lauren sat up, her mind focused, her pain gone. Something had snapped in her mind when her father had hit her mother, something he swore he had never done, and never would do. He had given her a speech how husbands that hit their wives did not deserve to have a wife by his side. Now Lauren agreed whole heartedly. She opened her door, and went out into the kitchen. There she saw her mother cowering under her father who had raised his hand to strike her again. He glared at Lauren.

"What are you doing out here?!? You’re supposed to be in your room!" His face was even redder than before, and now he reeked of vodka, and shot glasses, some broken, littered the counter.

"I'm here to stop you from hurting us anymore." Lauren opened the knife cabinet and drew out a long carving knife. It glinted in the light of the nook. Her father, his mind muddled with the vodka, looked at the knife with confused wariness. Her mother looked at Lauren with fear.

"What areya gonna do with that?" His words were slurred now, after obviously drinking more after Lauren had gone into her room.

"Kill you." She said bluntly. Her mother's eyes widened, but her father was so drunk that it didn't register for awhile. When it finally sunk into his fuzzy head, his eyes widened, and he started to back away.

"N-no, please. Lauren, put the knife down. You can hurt yourself with that. I promise, I won't hurt you or mommy ever again." He put his hands up as if to ward off her attack.

"Too late.” She said in a deathly quiet voice, her eyes haunted. “Now you die, you drunken bastard." Lauren threw the knife and it pierced her father's chest with a sickening thump. The long knife's blade cut right into the heart, and the laceration was soon flooded with blood. If you've never heard a grown man scream, you don't know the sheer satisfaction that Lauren felt when her father screamed and collapsed on the floor. A pool of blood soon surrounded his squirming body, as Lauren slowly walked over to him. She wrenched out the knife, spraying blood everywhere as the serrated edge tore at the flesh. Her father screamed in agony. Lauren's pupils were pinpoints as she grinned wickedly at her dying tormentor.

"Cast in the name of God, ye not guilty." She said to herself as she brought the knife down on her father's throat, to finally kill him. She heard her mother whimpering behind her. If Lauren were still sane, she would have spared her mother, and killed herself, but no, Lauren was gone, and there stood a demon of pure hatred.

"Rot in hell, woman! MEET YOUR MAKER!!" Lauren screamed as she flew onto her mother, bearing the knife.

That night, a killer was born, and an abused girl died. There were 15 more deaths before they found Lauren. She was skewered by a fence that she tried to hop over after killing one of her tormenting classmates from school. No one knows whether Lauren went to heaven or hell. I believe that she is reborn, a little at a time in the heart of every abused child in the world. She's waiting patiently to take the anger and hurt of those children, warp it into madness, and destroy those around her. For Lauren had not extracted her full revenge, no, Lauren was out to kill all fathers. Good, bad, ok, or not, she wanted to kill them all. So beware, be kind to all, especially those who you might think are abused by their fathers, for they might come after you one day.

"Haahahah! HAHAHAA! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!"