Jutte felt her heart drop. Her father had just arrived home and was furious at her. For what, she was unsure. Her father never needed a proper reason to get mad at her. Her father always came home drunk or angry, sometimes both.

“Juuutte” Her father said in a singsong voice as he inched towards her.

“Y-Yes, father?” She responded, shaking slightly.

“You know what I came home to find?” Her father continued.

Jutte shook her head, she was sure she had done everything exactly as he said and had done everything he wanted. She was unsure what he was going to do.

“I came home to a sight that infuriated me more than anything. You know what that is? The sight that most infuriates me is a daughter who cannot be bothered to do basic household chores! Are you an idiot or something?”

“I-I am sorry, father, I will try to correct my errors, please, tell me what I need to fix.” Jutte said, her fear was rising by the second.

Jutte’s father stomped over to her, his every footstep was full of indescribable rage. Suddenly, he stopped in front of her and grabbed her by her neck, “I wish I could kill you right now.”

Jutte struggled, clawing at her father’s hand. After a few moments, her vision went dark and her body went limp.

I will kill him if it is the last thing I do, I promise, I will not be weak anymore. I am going to be stronger than anyone!