The salty drops caressed her cheeks, burning their path across her flesh while her head haunted her with images of days past. Such an angelic face should never distort with torment. Such an angel should never feel this rage.

Her eyes lowered to look upon the cowering form below her. She’d called him Dad, many years gone. In the distant memories of her childhood, if she searched hard enough she could see his smiling face, hear his comforting words, feel his protective arms around her. But the time for searching was long gone.

As her arm hovered above her, patiently waiting out its revenge, she met his gaze. Such sorrow lay there. Such regret looked back into her weeping eyes that she was still as stone. If he were to lay a hand upon her cheek, he’d feel the chill that ran through her veins and through to her heart.

She calmly drew her breath deep into her body. Her tear stained face looked upon him all the while. Watch him. She had to watch him. She needed to see his fear as he’d seen hers so many times. This was the only way he could truly know.

The blade glistened in the sunlight that streamed through the window as it sped on towards its destination. Only two words could be heard as the cold steel slid effortlessly into her aching flesh, and his angel crumpled to the floor at her daddy’s feet.

“No more.”

Copyright © K Wakeman