Fairy Cries Only At Night

This night was chaotic. My mother and I were beaten half dead by my father and lying in the living room. My mother took me to bed and said I was sorry.

I looked at the snow outside the window and shed tears.

I haven't cried for two years. Now I cry.

Because I know that my hard won happiness is gone.

Since that night, my father has been drinking all day, beating my mother and beating me, but my mother protected me and I didn't suffer much.

I was afraid that my mother was too seriously injured and wanted to see her, but I heard my father's scolding and my mother's painful cry from the bedroom. This voice was similar to when I first heard my mother and the man.

But this time it was more pain than joy.

Then I listened more to such sounds. I heard them in the living room, kitchen and bedroom.

My cheerfulness disappeared again, except going to school and staying in my own room.

Such days lasted a year.

That day, when I came home from school, I saw my father drinking and eating peanuts in the living room.

The table was full of wine bottles.

I subconsciously took a step back, but kicked the iron frame at the gate and made a clatter.

Dad turned to look at me.

This year, my mother and I were beaten by him and didn't dare to look at him.

As soon as he looked over, I swished into my bedroom.

But I didn't sit down immediately. Instead, I lay on the door and listened carefully to the voice outside. It was very quiet.

I was relieved and sat on the chair and took out my textbook to review.

My mother said that we should study hard before we have a way out.

I will listen to my mother.

After reading for a while, I took a pencil to mark on the book. The refill was short, so I took a knife to sharpen the pen.

But the door suddenly opened at this time.

I subconsciously put the pen on the table, but the knife was clenched in my hand because of fear.

"Dad, you, you..."

Dad burped, closed the door and walked towards me. I subconsciously retreated.

"Come here..." my father looked at me, and his eyes gradually showed the eyes that uncle Liu looked at me when I was eight. I shook my head in fear and hurried back.

But dad was faster than me. He threw the bottle and pushed me to bed.

I immediately got up in horror and was about to run, but my father dragged my leg and pressed me under my body, with a fierce face, "if the smelly woman is not at home, just go on, mom, don't let me raise it for nothing!"

"No, Dad, I'm your daughter, no!"

I cried out in fear. I remembered the picture when I was eight years old and immediately cried.

But Dad kept taking off my clothes and pants.

I was scared to pinch my hand to hit him, but he easily controlled my hand. There was a pain in my hand. I remembered that I was holding a knife in my hand.

Suddenly, he tried his best to stab the past without thinking about it.

Dad let me go, but soon slapped me. My reason had already been covered by fear and just wanted to leave. So this slap didn't knock me out. Instead, I was like a crazy madman, holding a knife tightly and stabbing me recklessly.

My eyes were gradually covered with red, my reason gradually slowed down, my eyes turned a few times, and then I saw my father lying on the ground covered with blood.

I killed!

As soon as the knife in my hand fell to the ground, I looked at my hand, and the palm of my hand was full of blood.

For a moment, I felt like I was covered with blood. My whole body trembled with fear and ran out without thinking.