47: Dead

Hana was on autopilot mode as she hit her father. The pentup anger, frustrations, and resentments was poured into each strike. She only snapped out of it when he fell to the floor with a thud loud enough to break her out of her reverie. There was blood. But she wasn’t sure whose. Her sister was also on the floor. She crouched, tapping Cara on the shoulder. Her back screamed with each move she made since she had taken most of the hits there. She shook Cara again, calling her name so she would wake up. 

“Cara,” she whispered. “Cara?” 

Cara was lying on her side, like she had curled into this position to protect herself from their father. Her hair was also stuck to her temple. Hana tried to pry it off to get a better look at her sister’s face but her fingers came off with blood. A scream stuck to her throat. Hana raised her head in her mother’s direction. Mama hadn’t moved from the couch, and the resentment she fel