Lionel’s POV

I burst into the house the moment I heard my mother and sister screaming.I saw them both lying on the floor, curled up in a pool of their own blood, while my sperm donor kicked my mother ruthlessly. He was never a good father. Hell, he wasn't even a good human.

"Dad leave her alone!! " I screamed at him in anger. Just a few more minutes, I told myself—Uncle William would be here with the cops.

"How dare you order me around, bastard?!" he snarled at me. I sighed in relief when his attention turned towards me and he stopped kicking my mother. Though it was short-lived. I felt his fist connect with my jaw with brutal force. My face slammed into the ground, and I felt the familiar metallic taste of blood in my mouth. Having a busted lip hurts like hell.

I lay on the ground, gritting my teeth to endure the pain of his kicks on my abdomen. At least my mother and sister were safe. If only I were a little stronger, I'd have protected them from this monster.From the corner of my swollen eyes, I saw him take out his favorite pocket knife from his jacket and braced myself, knowing I was about to become the canvas for his 'art.'

He bent down to my level and gave me his sinister smile. I felt the knife tear through the flesh on my chest as blood started gushing out. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth to stop myself from screaming in pain. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream. A tear rolled down my cheek as I realized this might be my last day if the cops didn’t arrive soon.

Unknowingly, a whimper escaped my busted, swollen lips when his knife began to move from my chest to my abdomen, slicing flesh along the way. That’s definitely going to leave a scar. Just when I thought this was the end, the police rushed into the house through the main door, their guns pointed at that monster..

His eyes widened in shock and rage. He quickly got up, trying to escape, but the cops had him pinned to the ground within seconds. I let out a breath of relief I didn’t know I was holding. I helped my mom and sister into the ambulance.

"I'm sorry, kiddo. I'm late. You should get that wound stitched soon," Uncle William said, using the nickname he always called me. I just gave him a brief nod, joined by a pained smile.

"Lio!" my friend came running toward me and looked at my wound. His face turned worried and angry at the same time. "Don't worry, bro. That moron will be punished. Dad will make sure of that," he assured me, looking at Uncle William.

I was too exhausted to say anything, so I just slumped next to my crying sister in the ambulance.