Feeling the acidity of my vomit burning at my throat, I fight to keep it down. "What did you do?"

My father looks at me as if he didn't know who I was, and was confused as to why I was even there. "What are you talking about? It was for Ana, of course." I freeze at what he said. "It's all only ever been for Ana..."

He walks toward me, his out-stretched hands stained red with the blood of my own mother. "Stay away from me!" I yelled, unconsciously, as my legs give out underneath me.

He stops, a confused look warping into a hysterical smile, "Now, why would you say that? You know I love you...just as much as I love your mother, and Ana."

The tears don't stop as I cover my mouth, trying to block out the horrendous smell, and try to back away from my father, "If you loved her why did you kill her?!" I was talking about my mother, but my father seemed to have taken it differently.

"What are you talking about?!" He screamed at me, full of rage, but different then when he yelled at my mother. "I didn't kill her, that bitch did! That bitch," he pointed at my mother, "killed Ana! It's because of her that Ana's gone!"

Suddenly, his mood seemed to change as he started smiling brightly at me, as if he hadn't just killed my mother and then called her a bitch, "But, that's alright. It's alright because you're here, and as long as you're with me, Ana will be with me. Ana always liked you more, right? Even though I loved her more, Ana favored you... But, that's alright, because I like you too, and Ana will like me as well. As long as I have you..." He started walking toward me again, and this time I felt that he really would hurt me, but even knowing that, some thing inside me told me to stop him. To make sure he didn't get away with what he had done.

"Ana will never like, or love, you! She will never forgive you for what you've done to our mother. She'll hate you for the rest of forever!" I knew I shouldn't have said anything, and I immediately regretted saying anything at all when I saw how his face contorted in a monstrosity of pain, sadness, regret, anger, and bloodlust. A never-ending need for the spilling of the crimson liquid.

Turning toward me, I was more sure than ever that he was going to kill me, but then I heard footsteps outside my door. "Mr. and Mrs. Walker open up!" A man with a deep, commanding, but also, strangely, soothing voice called through our front door.

My father paused at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, but continued toward me anyway. Wrapping his work-calloused hands around my throat, he tightened until I could barely breathe. "Ana won't love me? You say she won't forgive me? WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!" His grip suddenly became unbearably tight as my body began to burn.

I clawed at his arm, trying desperately to cause him pain by digging my nails into his arm, but even as beads of blood began to form in the crescent-shaped indentions on his arm, his face and his grip stay unchanged in their fierce strength.

With the last bit of air I had in my lugs I called out to the banging people at our door. I wasn't sure if they had heard me, as my cry for help, even with the force of the air left in my lungs, was meek. But, God was looking on me, or I had amazing luck, as the banging sounds stopped, only to be replaced with the same soothing-voiced man warning us that he was about to break down the door.

As my vision started to become marred with dark-spots, I could hear the faint curse of the soothing-voiced man, as he probably found mother's body, and then the steely command he made to my father, who was still talking of Ana.

"Put the kid down, now!" I look to the man talking, and although I feel embarrassed to say this, but the way was...handsome, and not the normal handsome, but a...pretty, handsome. Strange, even though I'm about to die by the hands of my murderously, delusional father, all I can think about is how pretty the man with the soothing voice is... Maybe that's why father hates me, why mother was killed by father...why Ana had to die...because I think that the man currently pointing a gun at my father is...pretty?

If so, I'm sorry.