A physco from a physcopath
"Angle is that you?" (dad)
"No, run! AnGlE! Run!" (mom)
Her moms cries filled the house as Angle opened the loud door.
"Come here Angle watch daddy."
Angle slowly walked past the kitchen counter to see her dad sitting on top of her mom with a bloody knife in his hand. Her moms cloths were stripped off leaving her body exposed to the cold air.
"Angle. Go!" her mom screamed
Scratches were covering her body and her dark brown hair was sticking to her face because of her tears. She was struggling to breath as her face got darker and darker red.
SLASH!
"See Angle, do you still want to be daddy."
"NOOOO! Mommy! What have you done."
Angle stood at her mothers body struggling to breath. Angle fell to the ground with a thump.
