As Shia Labeouf once said “Just do it!” Well I can say for a fact that my Mom took that advice seriously. It all started when my Dad came home; walking like a zombie covered with a stench of alcohol. I wouldn’t brag about my house too much because it was a small structure. It looked like one of those donuts stores, decorated with outdated wall covers from the 1980’s and filled with furniture picked up from the garbage center. My younger sister, Daisy, and I dropped what we were doing and ran into his arms. As I hugged him, an unusual smell came across my nose; it wasn’t the typical cigarette with a small hint of beer I usually get. It was different. It smelled nice like when I dry my Mom and Daisy’s hair. After Dad hugged me and Daisy, Mom came in with a face that resembles a bomb about to hit zero. Dad quickly realized it and tried to defuse the bomb, and he was successful. I looked at Mom's face and her expression was the same as mine; clenching her teeth. Mom took us to our room.
The next day, Mom pretended that nothing happened and took us to school. Later that night, Dad came home, and we gave him a hug, and the unusually smell came back again. I think Mom noticed it too. That next day was weird because I saw Mom sitting in a corner sharpening her blade. It made a loud shriek-like noise as the knife cried sliding down the grinder. Dad must have been spooked out, for he left in a hurry.
That night was unforgettable. It was the same routine; Dad came home and we gave him a hug, however this time it was different- not just because of the unusual smell but also because of the lipstick smudge on Dad shirt. I knew something was happening the moment I first got a sniff of the unusual smell. How could I not? It was a scent of a women, but I didn’t want to face the truth. I was scared about how our family was going to break apart, and I was afraid that Daisy wouldn’t live a normal life anymore. That feeling felt like someone ripped my heart out and threw it into a paper shredder.
Mom noticed the lips smudge too as she got her knife out ready for a battle to the death. All Dad could do was say “It’s not what you think. I can explain,” but Mom didn’t believe a single thing as if the words went into one of her ear and slid out the other. Step by step, Mom’s knife got closer. She was pushing Dad closer to the door, and as her knife tickled his neck, I saw red liquid begin to drop on the floor from the pressure of the knife. Hastily, I ran to Daisy, trying to cover her eyes from what was about to scar her for life, but I didn’t need to because she ran right to Mom and said “Mom please don’t hurt Daddy” and ran to hug Dad like a snake squeezing its prey.  Wham! The knife struck the door like the sword of Excalibur stuck to the stone, and relief was felt throughout my Dad’s whole body as he wiped the sweat from his head. As Mom was about to leave and go back to the kitchen, she paused.
At that Moment, Mom turned heartless. She ran and pulled the knife out of the door as if she was King Arthur. A loud scream could be heard from my Dad as the sharp blade ran straight through his chest. Daisy just stood there speechless with what she just saw. I quickly closed my eyes trying to go to my safe place, but all it did was help me differentiate the screams of my parent as they both fought to the death each taking turn pulling the knife out stabbing each other.
That monster was stabbing the fresh corpse repeatedly like it was enjoying it. I couldn’t call that thing my parent anymore, only by its name. After getting tired, the monster got up and spit at the corpse face and said “That’s what you get for cheating on me” and finally ran the final strike right through the corpse heart to confirm the victory. Jeff laughs psychotically with his last breath as he fell beside Laquisha, and I stand there parentless.