Broken

Emma's POV

It all started when I was 13. Our dad started abusing us I was only in 7th grade. I had no idea what to do. Just then my father took a glass vase and smashed it upon my mom's head. She fell on the flor, grasping her head violently, silently crying. All of us had our mouths wide open, while ur dad had a smirk on his face. He then said, "Close your mouths. It's nothing you've never seen before." We all closed our mouths quickly. Just then our brother, Tim, took a step forward and said, "Dad. That's. Enough. You've. Injured, Us, Way. Too. Much."

Suddenly, Dad turned around and said, "Oh, I'm sorry Timothy. I didn't realize you had enough balls to stand up to me."

He then took out a knife, pinned Tim to the wall, and stabbed him in the throat and stomach repetitively. Then Dad let go of Tim and watched him limp body fall to floor. He turned around and pointed the knife at us and said, "Anybody else?!" We all shook our heads vigirously. He then said, "Good, now get your asses up to bed." We all ran up the stairs before he could do anymore damage. Just then, Jackie got an idea that would change our lives forever. She said, "I've had enough" slightly crying "why don't we just pack up and leave." Cassidy and I looked at eachother and agreed.

We soon finished packing our bags, and then window. We grabbed our luggage and jumped out the window. Once we were all down safely, we ran to our grandma's house. Our mom's mom. We knocked on the door. A couple seconds later, she opened the door and said, "What are you doing here? Girls, it's midnight! Half past!" I then responded, " Grandma, we know. We needed to get out of there and quick. Dad hit mom on the head with a glass vase and stabbed Tim until he died. Grandma, please let us stay and call the police. PLEASE!" She said ok and let us in.

We dropped our luggage in the doorway and ran to the phone. We dialed 9-1-1. It rang twice, then the operator said, "911. What's your emergency?" Jackie said, "Hello! Opeartor! Our dad hit our mom on the head with a glass vase and murdered our brother, Tim!" "Ok, calm down. What is your name?" "We are Emma, Jackie, and Cassidy." "Ok, where are you?" "At our grandma's house." "Ok where is your father?" "At our house" "Ok. What is the house?" "14413 Walter Avenue Tampa, Florida." "Ok. We are sending the police. Good luck." "Thank you! Bye" "Bye" And with that I hung up the phone. "Grandma! Grandma?!" Cassidy yelled. She didn't respond. We walked into the living room and saw her on the ground. We checked her pulse. There wasn't one. We dialed 9-1-1 again. Now they have to send two ambulances. And now we have two funerals. Now we have no where to go.

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