Dad,+William+L

I tossed the body into the trunk of my dad's car; no one was on the road or on the sidewalk. It was like I was the only person there. I locked the trunk and walked inside.

I ran upstairs and into my room, my dad was sitting there reading my homework. “Well done son, you are really getting good at doing your homework,” Dad said.

“Thanks, could you leave my room?” I replied.

“Well sure, if you don’t want me inside of your room then I will leave,” He walked out of the room and down the stairs, I closed the door and gently locked it so my dad couldn’t hear it. I sat in my chair and opened my computer; my best friend was online. I called him on Skype.

“Hey, man,” I said.

“Hey, what's up?” Erik said.

“Well, you know how I said my dad framed me for stealing from the local store and how he always hits me?” I said.

“Yeah, what about it? What did you do now Max?” he said.

“I murdered a little kid and threw him inside of my dad's trunk."

“Max, what are you thinking? He will go to jail if anyone finds the kid,” he said.

“That’s the whole point. I hate him. I want him to die or go to jail” I said.

“Max, no! What are you thinking? He is your dad, even though he hits you and treats you like a plastic bag,” he said.

“Well, I have made my decision and I want him to go to jail for what he has done to me,” I said.

“Max, you're not thinking well. You need someone to talk to. Talk to our counselor.”

“No. I am done with needing help and I don't want to talk to Mrs.B," I said, getting angry now. "She is scary.”

The call ended. I tried calling again and again but he didn’t pick up. The third time I tried to call again, I was interrupted by very loud knocking on my door. I closed the laptop and grabbed my book while walking over to the door. It was my dad.

“Who were you just talking to?” he said.

“No one. I was just reading out loud,” I replied

He swung his arm and hit me across the head, leaving another mark for my teachers to ask about.

“What’s that lying down there?” he asked, as he pointed downstairs.

I looked down the stairs and saw the little kid I had murdered.

“Why did you try to set me up? Huh?” he shouted.

“I didn't do anything,” I lied.

He hit me another time, revealing a line of blood from my eyebrow. “Get down there now!” he yelled.

I ran downstairs and into the kitchen and I grabbed the knife laying on the table that I had used to cut an apple the night before. I stood there with the huge kitchen knife inside of my hand and stared at him.

“Put the knife down; we can talk about this,” he said calmly.

I stood in the position my P.E teacher had taught me to stand in when I throw a ball, pointed my finger at him and launched my arm forwards letting the knife slip through my hands towards my dad. He didn’t move. He stood there just with a straight face with the knife in his stomach. He fell to his knees in less than a couple of minutes and then to the floor, face first.

//I had finally done it.// I was done with him and could be free now. I didn't have to listen to him anymore and I didn't have to do anything that he told me to do. //But I couldn’t stay here//. I was going to get caught because we had a maid come every Friday and that day was Thursday. I could sleep at home and then take off the next day and be free like every other kid in the world.

The door opened behind me and someone came inside the house with it. It was a man wearing a black jacket and a hat with sunglasses,

“Who are you and what are you doing inside of my house?”

“Hello son...” he said.

“What” I replied, confused.

“I am your father...your real father,” he said, revealing his face by removing his hat and sunglasses.

“Dad, is that really you?” I said.

“Wait, what? But but I just killed you,” I said scared.

“That was a robot experiment and you passed,” he said, happily opening his arms.

I ran into my dad's arms and could have hugged him forever.