"Wake up, (Y/N)" you heard your mother call out your name, waking you up from your 3 hours sleep.

"Hey mom..." you groan, while rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

"you were up all night playing games, weren't you?" she asked, sounding a bit annoyed.

"Huh?" you look at her with confusion, wondering if you had forgot to turn down the volumes last night.

"Don't give me that look, you look tired as hell" she gave you a stern look, the one that she gives when she's annoyed and angry.

You prepare yourself to receive a morning session of scolding. However-

"Whatever, just don't repeat it" she sighed, surprising you in the process.

"Yup! I won't!" you make an empty promise, just for the sake of her not changing her mind.

"Yeah. Right....."

'god, I should really start sleeping early' you remind yourself.

Getting up from your bed, you notice something different about your her.

She's tied her hair into a ponytail, and let it fall over her shoulder. She's never done that before.

Nothing too unusual, but you know she's hiding a scar on her neck. One that she recently received.

For the past few days your mother had been complaining about your father being abusive towards her, very abusive. She even showed the bruise marks on her, which made you very pissed off. But the fact that he acted innocent was pissing you off a lot more.

It's been a week since you had been going through the unbearable temper eruption, hoping that it wouldn't show up at a wrong time.

The following night however, would change everything.

At midnight, you wake up to the noise coming from your parents room, and it doesn't take long before you realize that it was your mom.

The sounds of her screaming were unbearable.

When you got off from the bed you noticed there was a knife placed right next to you. Without any second thoughts, you grabbed it and rushed to you parents room.

When you slammed the open door ,you see that your mother was lying on the floor and your father standing in front of her.

Your father had an expression you couldn't make out, and your mother was looking at you with tears rolling down her cheek.

You couldn't bear it anymore.

Everything that followed was a blur, as you rushed towards your father not noticing the look on his face.

"Wait, no-" "Get away!" it seemed like he tried to reason, but you didn't give him the to.

You barreled yourself on him, the knife's blade immediately burying itself on his chest.

You both hit the floor, with you on top of him. Blood was spurting on your torso, as you continued pressing onto the knife's handle.

Without giving a second thought, you had killed him.

You don't have much idea on what happened next. All you remember is the sound of police vehicle's sirens, getting closer and closer.

The last thing you knew was that the police were here and you were in cuff's. You assume that the neighbors were the ones that called them.

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The after shock of slaughtering your own father had hit you hard. Hard enough for it to leave you in a daze the entire next day.

Throughout the process of casualty's, the only thing you could grasp, was that you are sentenced for a prison life of seven years and placed in prison called "guilty pit". It seemed to be located far away from the urban regions.

Sure, your life had done a complete 360, but...

'At least, mom is safe....'

Is what you wanted to think, unfortunately....

On the day you where taken to prison you noticed something.... Someone.
Your mom....... Was with a guy? She was wearing a love struck face and didn't even bother noticing you..

As you were moving far away from her you also noticed something strange ... Where are her bruises? They just can't disappear within a day. And now that you think about it, that day when your father died... There wasn't a knife before you slept..
And why did your father look so confused...?

Your eyes widen as the answers unfold in you... She's been cheating with father, in order for him to not get in the way she played the victim, and manipulated you to kill him, calling the police when the time was right.

"no.... Way...." you felt cheated. Betrayed.

You can't swallow the fact your life is changed forever just for someone's gain, and the one that did it was none other than your own mother.

As you were helplessly moved, you could think of just one thing...

"You bitch!"