The Animal Inside

I get off the bus after school, Dad's working in the yard, he calls me over. He asked me what would have to change before I started smiling more around here. I say Alex's attitude (my younger brother), even though that couldn't change, not really. I actually wanted to say him, everything about him would have to change before I'm finally happy. I go inside and change in the garage like a good, obedient, robot-like child should in order to keep their "parents" happy. It's Friday and Mom is coming to pick me up along with my older sister, Lisa tries to make us do something for a chore as Mom pulls into the driveway. I look towards my dad and see he's heading over to make polite conversation, and I think to all the times he's lied about Mom and talked crap about her to try and turn people against her. I dig into the anger I feel as I walk to the car, as I'm walking I start growling, deeply, meaningfully. As if I want to badly hurt someone, not someone. HIM, my father. I suddenly drop my stuff I'm carrying and I'm running evenly on all fours, growling, charging straight at him. All I feel is hate and anger, there's no room for pity and shame as I jump towards him, knocking him to the ground. I bite at his throat, my mouth bigger and filled with sharp canines, ripping through skin as easily as ripping through paper. I have sharp claws, instead of long nails, digging into his chest as if I were a dog digging a hole to hide my bone. My claws scrape through muscle (what little there is), and fat to claw through bone. I continue to scrape and, claw, and bite at hime until there's pavement from the driveway showing thrkugh the bits that are left of my father. I back off and stare at my work, joy and happiness finally seeping into my heart again. I'm panting, blood and gore covering my fur, matting it into clumps. Already the stench of death us permeating through the air. I calm down a bit, sitting there, staring at him. Lisa came outside a bit ago, alerted by the screams my father emitted before he died. When i turn to her, she shrieks and runs back inside, I growled at her, which made her run quicker. I shift back as I calm down once more, I grab my stuff from the yard and go to the car, I get inside and then we're on our way home. Our true home, with our mom. No one speaks of what happened in the driveway on the way back, too scared, surprised, and thrilled to breach the subject. I take a shower right away and help scrub the inside of the car from the blood I got on the seats.