Ella's POV
That night felt like a horror movie. It felt like I wasn't a part of it, but I was watching it unfold, as if I wasn't the one doing it or the one it was happening to. I can only explain the event in flashes.
I was in my room, looking at my mother's pictures. She was so happy, so full of life. I suddenly heard my uncle and my father screaming in the next room, which was my dad's office. I went there to check up on them. I was already skeptical. I already knew this would happen, but I didn't know it would happen this way. I stood outside the office and saw everything from the little opening in the door.
"How could you do that to her?" my father screamed at my uncle, his eyes red with anger.
"Well, what could I say? You didn't deserve her, and Ella is just like her, and I had to get what I lost ages before!" my uncle said in an eerily calm tone.
My dad lunged at him with a golf stick he had near his table and attacked him, but since my father was drunk, he tumbled down. My uncle leapt over him and started choking him. I got scared. I didn't know what to do. All I knew was that I can't let my father die. I ran inside screaming. I took the golf stick and hit my uncle in the head repeatedly, as if if I stopped, the world would get destroyed. Blood splashed everywhere. I just kept hitting him. I didn't realize when he stopped breathing. When I was covered in blood, I didn't realize my dad had already been dead and that I killed my uncle.
All I heard was Walter and my aunt's cries as they rushed inside.
All I saw was Walter looking at me, horrified, seeing me covered in blood next to his father's body. All I did was sit there, numb, looking at Walter, then at my dead father, and then at my victim. And all I could hear was my aunt screaming.
"You lying monster. Look what you did."