“911, What is your emergency?” “Help!” I cry into the phone. “She’s hurt. I don’t know what to do! 3217 Umber Road, the factory, she’s on the top floor! I think she was drugged or something, she’s been screaming something about wings and claws.” Before the lady can say anything else, I hang up the phone. I start to laugh, big, gasping laughs. I walk back to where I left Stacy and Mya’s bodies, and pick them up. I fly them to the edge of town, right on the ocean. I tie big rocks to each body, then drop them far out on the water. After that, the blood in the alleyway needs to be cleaned up. Can’t have anyone suspecting me. Then I tuck in my shirt, and straighten my skirt. I walk to the font of the school and leave through the entrance. I slowly walk down the street to my house. The TV is blaring loudly inside. Some stupid sports game. He’s probably passed out on the couch anyway. When I step through the door the first thing I see are beer bottles. They’re all over the floor, the counter, the table, and the stairs. The second thing I see are the people. There are a few men passed out on the couch, one on the stairs, and I can hear moaning coming from upstairs. My dad is sitting at the round table playing poker with four other big, hairy, sweaty - and smelly - men. When I walk through the door dad doesn’t even look up at me. One of his friends does, however. A man with dark hair and a beard is staring at me. He’s only wearing a pair of jeans and a very sweaty unbuttoned flannel. When he notices me looking at him he licks his lips and grins at me. I shudder, and look past him to my dad. I can tell he’s drunk with one glance. He’s smiling, which is an obvious tell. My dad never smiles sober. While I watch the man who was staring at me looks at my dad, then motions to me. My dad grins wider, and makes a move with his hand that says, ‘go ahead.’ The man stands up, and saunters towards me, a look on his face that I don’t like. I back away slowly, putting my hands out. The man ignores me, coming closer. When he gets close enough he reaches out and grabs my hands, trapping them between his. He pulls me close, and tries to kiss me, but I lose control. My newfound wings snap out, and the shadowy claws rip through my shirt. I reach towards him with my extra limbs, and slice through him easily. One of the men playing cards at the table has noticed what I did, and stands up. He comes towards me, and reaches to strike me, but I dodge, and hit back. He goes down, and doesn't get back up. Already I can feel my bloodlust creeping back up on me. I don’t want to hurt all these people, and I know my dad would be mad, so I head upstairs. When I reach my bedroom the door is slightly open, even though I had closed it when I left for school. I lightly push it open, then freeze. A man and a woman are on my bed, locked in a passionate embrace. The woman screams when she sees me, and the man turns to look. When he sights me he yells, “Get out!” I scream back, “No! This is my room!” I walk forward and quickly end them both. I’m so fed up with everyone disrespecting me and my stuff. My room was my last safe space, and they ruined that for me. Furious, I stomp out of my room and back downstairs. I have to kick and shove past all the drunk men on the floor. I walk into the kitchen and stand in front of the table. I wait until I’ve got everyone's attention before speaking. “You can get out now,” I hiss, “Or I can force you out.” A few of the men laugh, and one of them even gets out of his chair to stand over me. “Why should we? You’re just a little girl.” He drawls. I reach out and stab him. Right through the stomach. “I’ll give you one more chance.” I glare at the men, “Before I don’t give you a choice.” Most of the men stand up and run out the door, but a few stay behind. “I can’t tell if you’re brave, or just stupid.” I say, before dashing towards them. I take out almost all of them in one swing, and the rest run for the door too. I don’t let them get that far though. Using my wings, I get to the door before them, and block their path. I use my claws to tear through the soft flesh of their stomachs. After that I rip their heads off. I turn back around, and see only my father, leaning against the wall. He glares at me, and I cower. “I’m sorry.” I say, trying not to look at him. “Did I give you permission to come home?” His voice is rough, and foreign. I haven’t heard him talk since last week, when he took me to the hospital. “N-no.” I forgot. “Then why are you here?” He squints at me, as if trying to figure it out. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! It won’t happen again.” I want to cry, to curl up in my mothers arms and feel safe. But mom isn’t here. Instead it’s only dad, big and mean. “You're right.” He says, coming closer, “I’ll make sure it won’t.” I back up, scared. Then he hits me. In the head. With a beer bottle. My ears are ringing, shattered glass on the floor, beer and blood dripping down my face and body. I snap. I lash out at him, screaming with all the pain I've pent up over the past few years. I claw a gash into his shoulder, and he curses. He swings at me again, but I jump back, bumping into the wall. I scream and lash at him again. This time I cut his chest open. I don’t want to kill him, he’s all I have left. I watch him stumble back and fall to the ground. He glares up at me and I know. Even if I stop here he will never forgive me. He will turn me out of the house. Or turn me over to the police. I will never have a place with him. “I tried.” I say brokenly. “I tried to be enough for you. Tried to be good enough.” I’m shaking, and my lungs are barely dragging in air. “But I’m not good enough. I will never be enough for you.” I want to cry. I walk to him, tears dripping down my face. I stand over him for only a second. I turn off the feelings in my brain, and the tears stop. Casually, and without emotions I put my foot on his chest. I push my leg down, forcing it farther down. I hear a snap, and my fathers’ body jerks, then lays still. I turn and walk out of the house, not a single tear falling, not a single sound made.