Role

Chapter 4

The next couple of years were not kind to Alyce. Her body wasn't her
own, more a thing for her father to do as he pleased. Her mother
would do nothing, only sobbing at the sounds of Alyce's plea. But
another summer day had come. Nothing special about the day. It was
very much the same as that first day. Warm and clear, the town lively
with summer day cheer. The green meadow leading to her own was a
disguise, hiding away the wicked happenings inside.

Unlike other times, Alyce found herself pinned down in the kitchen
instead of her room. Her father forcing her mother to sit in a chair and
watch as he did whatever he wanted. Alyce pleaded for her mother to
help, tears of pain and shame streaming down her face as she cried
for help. But her mother only stared away, looking out the window.

Alyce began to laugh, perhaps more a cackling. Her father stopped,
bewildered and caught off guard by the sudden change. He looked
down at the girl and instead of shame and fear on her face, a long,
malovent grin crossed her face. Her tears had stopped, replaced with
malice in her eyes. Her father backed away, just enough to let Alyce
slip from his grasp

Quickly leaping to her feet, she grabbed a butcher knife from a
counter. Her father sneered questioning what she planned to do.
Before Alyce could reply he lept at her only to find the knife buried
into his gut. He reeled in pain and feel to the floor. Alyce lept upon
him pulling the knife from him only to place it back over and over and
over. Her mother screamed, rushing to her hubsand's side, knocking
Alyce away. She sobbed over his bleeding body, weeping and crying.
As her mother knelt and wept, Alyce pulled her mothers head back
gently, looking into her eyes. With a smile, Alyce slit her mother's
throat, spraying blood everywhere. The crimson liquid rolled down
the cupboards, drip by drip by drip.