literally just all the tws in the world for this one, lets say violence and SA to be more specific but this one is intense

"Dad?" Walking into the house was significantly easier than last time. I still shook some, but I had pretty much forgotten and forgiven him for the abuse he put me through earlier in the year, because I did understand. It was my fault. Somewhere in me I knew that I understood too much, but I couldn't let myself lose my dad too.

Hearing no response, I slumped down on the old sofa, waiting for Aislynn to join me after I messaged her that it was clear.

She was going to meet my dad.

Speaking of my dad, we heard his car pull into the driveway. He took the turn in very quickly, which was unusual for him as he was always a careful driver, but he must have just been excited to see me. He rushed through the door, stopping in his tracks as he spotted us on the couch. He didn't even acknowledge Aislynn and came straight over to me. I stood to greet him with a hug, but he forced me back down onto the seat.

"What are you doing here?" He bellowed. He was drunk, again.

I swallowed, and didn't try to run although I desperately wanted to. My stomach fell into a pit.

"You gonna answer me?"

I nodded, one tear trickling down my face as the pit began to spin, waves of nausea hitting me in the fear that he would too. I was terrified of him, and willed my voice to work. It did, but barely. "You told me to come home."

His eyebrows raised at my whisper, and he looked at me skeptically. "Why would I say that?" He spat down at me. "I don't want you here, May."

My face scrunched at him deadnaming me. He had accepted me sober but clearly not drunk. I guessed that maybe he never had, he could just pretend to when he was sober.

He grabbed my collar and pulled me to my feet. Dread froze my body. I thought we had moved past this. I couldn't handle another traumatic thing on top of the past few. It was all quickly becoming too much.

"Dad stop." I begged, not wanting Aislynn to see this. When it didn't work, I tried a different tactic, hoping to sound like my mum and knock some sense into him. "Come on, Shane." It didn't work. He dragged me to the wall, and shoved me harshly against it so that my head smacked a light switch, turning it off and plunging us into total darkness.

The room spun around us, and I could feel blood trickling down the back of my neck. It was an absolutely horrible feeling but I focused on it rather than the blows he punched into my stomach.

I gasped for air, feeling him squeeze at my neck. "D-Dad stop! A-Aly-" He let go momentarily.

"Aly? Who the fuck is Aly?" The way he spat her name as if she was nothing enraged me. It gave me the nerve to fight back more.

"M-My girlfriend, Aislynn." I replied, breathing deeply while I could. I hunched over, clutching my stomach as I coughed blood into my hand. I wiped it on my hoodie, staining it's pale pink colour.

"Girlfriend?" He chuckled. "Did I raise you to be a freak?"

I stared at him, appalled at his response. It felt like another blow to the stomach, but it was just words. I shook my head, the display he had made for my mum catching my eye. Smaller pictures of her surrounded the a photoframe that had a large photo of the three of us. Fairy lights were bent around on the shelf, still powered on but not giving off much light as they had been left on for days straight. How could a man who could be so hopelessly in love be such a ruthless abuser?

Sunlight seeped through the gap in the curtains, shining straight onto my favourite photo of her. She sat in a restaurant, the dim lighting behind her casting a glow around her and framing her body perfectly. Her hands rested on the heart necklace that she never took off. One that I made her. As grateful as I was for the eerie level of lighting, I wished it was darker. It was almost enough to let me have a full detailed view of his face. This wouldn't be so hard if I could just imagine that this was someone else doing this and not my father. Create a person in my mind.

I looked around little details of my childhood home, memorising everything from the coffee stained coasters to the chip in the corner of the TV stand. He continued to yell at me, burning my ears and my wrist as he firmly grabbed me. Somewhere along the way, he asked me a question, but I hadn't heard him. He did not like that.

I found myself being shoved onto the floor, the cold wood making me shiver. He forcefully straddled me, leaning all of his weight onto my pelvis to keep me there. I propped myself up on my elbows, my eyes wide with absolute terror. I tried to scream for help, but nothing came out. Aislynn was no where to be seen.

Shane leaned down, starting to unbuckle his trousers as I squirmed there helplessly trying to escape his grip. It was no use. His weight was far too heavy for me, even trying to remember any tactics I had seen online was no use. I didn't look at him, as he forced his way in. I couldn't feel anything apart from the sharpest sensation I had ever felt in a place that I don't care to acknowledge.

As I was wishing him away, I heard a faint voice in the distance.

"Oh my God, Mayson." It initially sounded like my apologetic father, but when he collapsed on top of me, I realised it couldn't have been.

Aislynn removed the knife from his back, and forced it into his neck. Then his side. Then his chest. His blood splattered all over me, joining my own on the hoodie. I screamed at Aislynn to stop. This was worse than what he was doing. This was literally murder. My girlfriend was murdering my dad.

I sobbed beneath him, trying to scramble away. After a moment, scarlet hands pulled him off me and I was able to move freely. I got to my feet, or tried to, but I was held down my Aislynn.

"Stay down, Mase. Breathe." She spoke. I shook my head, trying to stand again. "Mayson you're bleeding. Come on, baby. Just wait."

I broke out of her arms, rushing over to crouch over my dad. I sobbed against him, holding him tightly as the life poured out of him. "Please, daddy. Please don't go." I begged, sobbing pathetically as Aislynn tried to pull me off him. "Don't fucking touch me!" I screamed, shoving her arms away.

Until I couldn't resist. I regret that. I shouldn't have listened to her. I should have kept holding him. She just killed my dad, so why should I trust her? Why should I feel her comfort? She'd made sure I had no one left. But I did let her grab me and hold me tightly against her, her usual rose scent closer to metal. I screamed at her, I couldn't believe this. My girlfriend, a killer. Killed my dad, an abuser. Dead. Dead. Dead. I stared at his body, hyperventilating as I saw the state he was in. Dark red ink poured out of the gashes that covered him, and it soaked into the carpet like a stain of red wine.

Afrer a moment I crawled over to the couch, grabbed my phone and dialled 999.

"999, what is your emergency?" The operator spoke, her voice calm and concerned. I found myself unable to speak, and when I tried, it came out as a sob.

"My girlfriend just killed my dad." I spoke it like a question. I couldn't believe what I had just seen.

I heard an almost silent 'Oh my God,' which sent me further over the edge. I started practically screaming down the line, hiding away from the comfort of Aislynn.

"I need you to stay calm for me, honey. You're doing excellently." The operator spoke again. I needed to hear that. I took a breath, willing my vomit to stay down, and told her the information she needed to know.

About 20 minutes later, the sounds of sirens neared, and a group of officers battered down the door. They headed straight for my dad's body, looking around for evidence and reporting to their seniors through their walkie-talkies.

A female officer approached Aislynn and I, although she didn't acknowledge Aislynn. She spoke through her device, requesting that an ambulance was sent.

"He's alive?" My voice quivered. She shook her head, confirming that the police had pronounced him dead on arrival, and stared sympathetically at me.

"You need to be checked out." She assured me, sliding down the wall. She gestured to the back of my neck, and I turned around to show her. The sympathetic noise she let out added to my stack of nerves, my hands shaking even more from a mix of shock, adreneline and fear.

"Are you arresting Aislynn?" I looked at my girlfriend who was bundled up in her jacket, rocking on the spot to try and process what she did.

"We'll have to find her first, before we do anything." The officer said. I snapped my gaze to hers, wincing as I shifted my cut neck too quickly. She was in the corner a second ago. I looked again, and she was gone. "I'm Officer Kate. You?"

She took her coat off, draping it over me as I began to shiver.

"Legally, May Everly. I prefer Mayson." I said, feeling safe enough to share that with her.

"Alright Mayson." I looked at her surprised as she called me by my name. "I'm the embodiment of the law, but I'm also here to make you comfortable. Can I ride in the ambulance with you?" She asked and I nodded.

Another siren approached, and the paramedics team came in with the stretcher, heading over to Shane's body. "Is it him?" One of them asked.

The officers shook their head, one whispering "D.O.A." and earning a nod in exchange. I let out a quiet sob at that and Officer Kate pulled me into her arms. It helped with the warmth too, but it also added to my panic. I didn't know her and she was touching my skin. She was burning my skin.

"I'm here with you." She whispered, and it reassured me. "The whole way through."

I let myself accept the touch, deciding to trust that she wouldn't hurt me in that moment. I wasn't sure how true that was, but I couldn't think in a way that didn't lead to picturing the scene in front of me, so I stopped my thoughts at the face value of the moment. She was here to comfort me and that was what she was going to do.

A stretcher came and I was soon separated from her body, but she made sure to hold my hand as we sped to the hospital. I didn't think the extent of my injuries were enough to warrant the blue sirens, but the paramedics thought otherwise and they turned them on. They were loud inside of the box, tormentingly loud. I glanced around frantically, gaining the attention of Kate but not the medics as they worked around me to check my vitals.

"We're almost there, Mayson. You are doing so well." She spoke, gently placing her hands over my ears. It helped a lot, and before I knew it, we had arrived at the hospital.