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I cracked the bottles of alcohol all over the house. He'll be so pissed. Good. "Hey, what's that noise?" A groggy voice asked. I cracked another bottle on his door. The door opened, to show a tall man with a pistol, pointing it right at me. "Gavin?! What the Hell do you think you're doing, boy?!" He roared. "My liquor! You cracked all my liquor bottles! You're gonna get it this time, boy!" He walked slowly towards me, talking a belt off of a hanger. A sudden flashback of the same scene, although the man looked a lot taller. "You're gonna get it this time, boy!" Said the man in the flash back. Then a sharp whipping pain and a bone cracked. Then I flashed back to reality. I stared at the man walking towards me. "No, you're not going to get me this time." I said. He looked at me, not believing his ears. "What? What did you say to me?!" I'd always been to afraid to even talk to him. "You heard me. I won't let you hurt me anymore." I said calmly to him. he grunted, and stepped forward again. I ripped the belt from his hand and threw it across the room. All of those years you hurt me, and all that time I was too afraid to say nothin'!" Now it's my turn!" He laughed. He laughed real hard. "You really think you can do this?" He laughed again. "No! You can't! You can't do this because you're you! You're Gavin, the innocent little boy that can't do anything but cry and cower!" He screamed at me. "Not anymore. My names not Gavin. My name's Dean." I said. "Have you lost your mind, boy?!" "Yes I have." I stepped forward. "Get out of my house..uhh...Dean!" "Go get a life!" He shouted. "Ok, I'll take yours." I said. I ran at him and stopped in from of him. I stared into his eyes. "Wh-what you you mean by that, boy? He gasped. "And what the hell Is wrong with your eyes?" "You'll see" I whispered. "No!" He pulled out a pistol. "I-I'll shoot you if you touch me." I forcefully shoved my hand to his throat, choking him forcefully. He lifted up his gun, and shot me right in the chest. I staggered backwards. And caught the wall. "Damn deserved it, you little shit!" In a split second, I was right in front of him. "Wh-what the fuck?" I let out a loud hissing noise and bared razor sharp fangs. "W-what?!" He was shaking with fear. "You're eyes! What kind of hellspawn are you?!" I looked over at the mirror. My eyes were deep black holes with a pit of fire in them. I grabbed the pistol from his belt, and aimed it at his ribs. "This is for every bone you cracked." And I fired. He let out a Yelp. I aimed the gun at his legs. "This is for every time you locked the door so I couldn't run." I fired. He started to cry. "And now you can't." I grinned. "And this is for every time you refused to take me to the hospital!" I shot him in the arm. He was quiet. "P-please, son…stop. I'm sorry!" He cried.
"You're not sorry! You only say sorry because you want your life!! You'd sure like to live, wouldn't you? Well you're not going to!!" I screamed at him. "Can I at least have a swig of rum before I go?" "Yeah, of course." I said. I walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle out of the cabinet. When I came back, he was hardly breathing. "Here." I splashed some of the liquid in his eyes purposefully. "Want some rum?" I shoved the bottle into his mouth. He couldn't swallow it all. He was drowning in his own drink. I stopped. Then I cracked the bottle on his head. "Did you like your drink?" I said and I grinned. I looked at him. He was crying. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It was my mistake! It's not worth killing me!" He begged. "Not worth it? I'd say I'm worth everything I'm doing to you!" I laughed. Then my happiness turned to hatred. "You're going to die, whether you like it or not." I said. I put the pistol to his heart. This is for breaking my heart. "N-no! Please no! I swear I'll do ANYTHING to save my life! Please!". He begged and cried like a little toddler. "But you don't deserve it." I said. And I fired. "And this is for letting me lose my mind" and I shot him in the head. Goodbye. I'll see you in Hell. Or maybe we're already there. And then as I was walking away,remembering the alcohol everywhere I took a match and struck it. The entire house blew up in flames.

I ran out and called the police. "Help! An intruder came in and shot my father! And they set the house on fire! Please help!" I cried. Then I shot the floor and made sure the phone could hear the gunshot. Then I screamed and dropped the phone, as if I was shot. I was pretty proud of my acting. I lied there for five minutes before the police arrived. I didn't move. I didn't breathe. My pulse wasn't pulsing. They thought I was dead. But I wasn't. Perfect. They put out the fire and when they went inside, the cusses of confusion and fear rang out. They carried the shot, choked, charred dead body to the hospital for examination. Then they picked me up. Since there were only two of them, and no one else was around. I decided to have some fun. I opened my eyes. One of them looked at me and almost dropped me. "Hello, are you alive? You had no pulse!" I grinned and bared my fangs. The police had to do a double take. My eyes turned bright orange. I ripped his throat. As for the other one, before she could scream, I stabbed them in the stomach. I grinned. I pulled out my cell phone. "Hey, Devon, will you come look what I've done? I'm pretty proud of myself." I said. "I'll be right there Dean." He said.

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I cracked the bottles of alcohol all over the house. He'll be so pissed. Good. "Hey, what's that noise?" A groggy voice asked. I cracked another bottle on his door. The door opened, to show a tall man with a pistol, pointing it right at me. "Gavin?! What the Hell do you think you're doing, boy?!" He roared. "My liquor! You cracked all my liquor bottles! You're gonna get it this time, boy!" He walked slowly towards me, talking a belt off of a hanger. A sudden flashback of the same scene, although the man looked a lot taller. "You're gonna get it this time, boy!" Said the man in the flash back. Then a sharp whipping pain and a bone cracked. Then I flashed back to reality. I stared at the man walking towards me. "No, you're not going to get me this time." I said. He looked at me, not believing his ears. "What? What did you say to me?!" I'd always been to afraid to even talk to him. "You heard me. I won't let you hurt me anymore." I said calmly to him. he grunted, and stepped forward again. I ripped the belt from his hand and threw it across the room. All of those years you hurt me, and all that time I was too afraid to say nothin'!" Now it's my turn!" He laughed. He laughed real hard. "You really think you can do this?" He laughed again. "No! You can't! You can't do this because you're you! You're Gavin, the innocent little boy that can't do anything but cry and cower!" He screamed at me. "Not anymore. My names not Gavin. My name's Dean." I said. "Have you lost your mind, boy?!" "Yes I have." I stepped forward. "Get out of my house..uhh...Dean!" "Go get a life!" He shouted. "Ok, I'll take yours." I said. I ran at him and stopped in from of him. I stared into his eyes. "Wh-what you you mean by that, boy? He gasped. "And what the hell Is wrong with your eyes?" "You'll see" I whispered. "No!" He pulled out a pistol. "I-I'll shoot you if you touch me." I forcefully shoved my hand to his throat, choking him forcefully. He lifted up his gun, and shot me right in the chest. I staggered backwards. And caught the wall. "Damn deserved it, you little shit!" In a split second, I was right in front of him. "Wh-what the fuck?" I let out a loud hissing noise and bared razor sharp fangs. "W-what?!" He was shaking with fear. "You're eyes! What kind of hellspawn are you?!" I looked over at the mirror. My eyes were deep black holes with a pit of fire in them. I grabbed the pistol from his belt, and aimed it at his ribs. "This is for every bone you cracked." And I fired. He let out a Yelp. I aimed the gun at his legs. "This is for every time you locked the door so I couldn't run." I fired. He started to cry. "And now you can't." I grinned. "And this is for every time you refused to take me to the hospital!" I shot him in the arm. He was quiet. "P-please, son…stop. I'm sorry!" He cried.
"You're not sorry! You only say sorry because you want your life!! You'd sure like to live, wouldn't you? Well you're not going to!!" I screamed at him. "Can I at least have a swig of rum before I go?" "Yeah, of course." I said. I walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle out of the cabinet. When I came back, he was hardly breathing. "Here." I splashed some of the liquid in his eyes purposefully. "Want some rum?" I shoved the bottle into his mouth. He couldn't swallow it all. He was drowning in his own drink. I stopped. Then I cracked the bottle on his head. "Did you like your drink?" I said and I grinned. I looked at him. He was crying. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It was my mistake! It's not worth killing me!" He begged. "Not worth it? I'd say I'm worth everything I'm doing to you!" I laughed. Then my happiness turned to hatred. "You're going to die, whether you like it or not." I said. I put the pistol to his heart. This is for breaking my heart. "N-no! Please no! I swear I'll do ANYTHING to save my life! Please!". He begged and cried like a little toddler. "But you don't deserve it." I said. And I fired. "And this is for letting me lose my mind" and I shot him in the head. Goodbye. I'll see you in Hell. Or maybe we're already there. And then as I was walking away,remembering the alcohol everywhere I took a match and struck it. The entire house blew up in flames.

I ran out and called the police. "Help! An intruder came in and shot my father! And they set the house on fire! Please help!" I cried. Then I shot the floor and made sure the phone could hear the gunshot. Then I screamed and dropped the phone, as if I was shot. I was pretty proud of my acting. I lied there for five minutes before the police arrived. I didn't move. I didn't breathe. My pulse wasn't pulsing. They thought I was dead. But I wasn't. Perfect. They put out the fire and when they went inside, the cusses of confusion and fear rang out. They carried the shot, choked, charred dead body to the hospital for examination. Then they picked me up. Since there were only two of them, and no one else was around. I decided to have some fun. I opened my eyes. One of them looked at me and almost dropped me. "Hello, are you alive? You had no pulse!" I grinned and bared my fangs. The police had to do a double take. My eyes turned bright orange. I ripped his throat. As for the other one, before she could scream, I stabbed them in the stomach. I grinned. I pulled out my cell phone. "Hey, Devon, will you come look what I've done? I'm pretty proud of myself." I said. "I'll be right there Dean." He said.