Julie races to the top of the basement stairs, carrying little Abby in her arms. She feels weak and light headed as excruciating pain continues to shoot through her body. She knew she had to keep pushing herself if she wants to get everyone out safely. Placing her ear against the door, she listens for the assailant. Not hearing a sound, she slowly opens it and looks around the room. Seeing the coast's clear she runs to the kitchen door and throws it open. "You need to run to the neighbor's as fast as you can," she nervously instructs her daughter. "What about you, mommy?" The four-year-old questions. "I'll be right there, as soon as I take care of something. Now go before George catches us!" She orders. The child looks out across the lawn, then at her mom. She knew she should get help, but didn't want to leave her mom alone in the …show more content…
Seeing the two men reach for their guns, he pulls the trigger, sending both of them flying out of the cabin. He starts to walk to the entrance when he hears a young child's voice behind him, he quickly turns. "Arianna no!" The mother screams, running towards her. "You killed my daddy!" The child yells, pulling the trigger. *** With the knife tightly in her hand, Julie lifts it up and stabs him in the nuts. "You Bitch!" He screams, grabbing ahold of his family jewels. Lifting up her legs, Julie pushes George away from her. He plummets to the floor. Jumping up, she runs over and plunges the large knife deep into his chest. The tip of the blade punctures his lung causing him to gasp for air. "I told you what I'd do if I ever get loose!" She spat. Pulling the knife out, she reaches between his legs. "Please, no more." He pleads as he struggles to breathe. "I bet my children begged for you to stop didn't they! You didn't care how hard they cried, or how much they begged, you raped them anyhow. Didn't you? Didn't you, you sick fuck?" She spat, glaring into his
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out is death. Bill is so hurt by Julie’s comment that he wants to kill
“Maybe I should refer you to my therapist,” Shirley said. Gretel's frown turned into a glare. She got up off the floor and walked slowly to Shirley and pushed her out of her room, followed by slamming the door on her. All Shirley could do was go downstairs, since Gretel currently didn’t want anything to do with her. She thought, maybe I should get her a therapist, it might ease the situation a bit. She quickly grabbed the phone and started calling her hometown therapist.
She whispered between pained gasps, not even waiting for him to stop, denying his words as fast as he could spew them at her. "No... ohhhhh, no... not my fault... you are ohhhhhh.... you are an evil man that's .... ohhhhh.... that's why! I would never be your good little girl, never would marry a man like ohhhhhh.... like you... and if I did I would have suffered like this anyway...ohhhhhh never would... I would never ohhhhh" The rest of his words were too lewd to even try to understand and rebel against, the image he painted to crude to possibly describe her, and she just turned her head aside, carefully staring away from the side where the phone was, her hair in her face and staring at her ankle beside her face, his big hand gripping it, seeing the muscles rippling in his forearm as he held her down on the
Stepping forward, “Damn it Marie, STOP IT.” He grabs for the hammer, but Marie’s anger has made her stronger than he anticipated. She pushes hard to get closer and brings her knee up into his groin, using all her anger and bitterness to power the thrust. He grunts in shock as he goes down onto his knees, holding his crotch.
He then sweeps his hand in front of his stomach, as if giving directions to the young man. The young man leans towards me, closes his fingers around the knife and presses the blade to my chilled, pale skin. Trying not to quiver, he makes a quick but accurate Y-incision, straight along the middle of my abdomen...