The Hidden Hybrid Within

       “What have you done Sin? Oh god what have you done?” My stepmother screeched at me as she ran over to the lifeless body of my stepfather laying beneath my feet. I cringed as she didn’t even pay attention to my busted lip that was oozing blood down my chin, my clothes ripped and torn with blood pouring from several different cuts and gashes, or the fact that only one eye of mine was open, the other was swollen shut and I am sure already purple. Let’s not forget about my left arm that was snapped in two with the bone protruding through just above my wrist.       “Mom do you not see me? Do you not see what that bastard did to me?” I screamed at her. Refusing to cry, refusing to show weakness, truthfully, I have no idea how I was even still standing at that point.       “Go call 911 now you worthless child!” She screamed back. Shrugging my shoulders and fuming I walked to the phone that was sitting on the coffee table next to the couch, I was in no hurry. He got what was coming to him.       “Hello operator?” I listened for a moment. “Yes, I would like to report that I have killed my stepfather in self-defense. Please send the coroner.” And I hung the phone up, returning the glares at my mother that she was sending me, as I began trembling from the pain now starting to radiate through my body now that the adrenaline rush was easing off.       “Sin, can we come out?” I felt the tears slide down my cheek as I heard the twins calling for me from the hallway closet, I had shoved them into moments before this all started.       I rushed over to the door and opened it, blocking the view of the living room from their sight. Nathan looked up at me and quickly covered Natalie’s eyes. I just nodded my head and grabbed his shoulder with my good hand and led them to the stairs. “Take your sister upstairs and stay there until I come. Keep her in her room Nathan.”      “Thank you sissy, you saved her.” Nathan gave me a heartfelt smile and led Natalie up the stairs. Watching them walk away I felt more tears run down my face reliving what just happened in my mind.      I had been out with friends and Shay had gotten sick, so we cut our night short. Ken was watching the twins like he did many nights and mom was working late. I thought I would come home and relieve him so he could go take mom out for the night after she got off. She had been depressed since we had gotten news that dad was officially declared dead and Ken had been unsuccessful in consoling her, even though they had married not long after the news came. He wanted to make sure mom had everything she needed in life with my dad, Abel, gone.       Shay and Nick had dropped me off in front of the house and left. I remember the blood curdling scream I heard as I walked up the walkway to enter the house. My heart dropped knowing it was Nathan screaming. I didn’t think for a second, I slung the front door open with so much force that it shattered the glass window in the top. I looked around frantically seeing Nathan standing in the foyer peering to the living room trembling. I rushed to him and pulled him to me and quickly began to search the living room to see what he was screaming about. When I saw Natalie’s leg barely from behind the couch not moving. I turned loose of Nathan and ran to the couch and immediately all I saw was red. I could barely see Natalie’s body; Ken was laying on top of her and I watched as he was reaching for his belt on his pants.       I reached down and grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head and pulled with so much force that I slung him into the half wall of the dining room. I turned around to see that Natalie’s chest was moving so I knew that she was still breathing, I looked back to Nathan and he must have read my mind because he was already grabbing his sister and pulling her to the hallway. I was distracted by them too long because the next thing I knew I was flung across the back of the couch and landed in the middle of the coffee table shattering the glass, I hissed as I felt the shards slicing into my back. I knew I couldn’t give up though.        I jumped up with all my force and started attacking Ken. He tried to block my every move, but I was winning. He was yelling obscenities at me and describing what he was going to do to me, but I didn’t care what he thought, all I knew was I had to protect my little brother and sister. I didn’t even see the baseball bat until it was too late. I raised my arm to block and the end of the bat smacked me across my eye sending my head to the side. He was on top of me in a second giving me blow after blow, and by then I honestly felt like giving up until I looked to the hallway and saw Nathan and Natalie peering out of the closet, their eyes full of fear. I knew I had to fight, I had to protect them.        With everything I had I managed to get my feet under me and pushed, Ken staggered backwards grabbing my ankle and causing me to fall with him, my arm hit the edge of the fireplace I heard an immediate snap and black spots started to dance in my eyes. Ken grabbed me by the hair of my head and began dragging me to the kitchen. He was muttering something, but I don’t even know what it was, I was trying to keep my wits about me with it becoming harder to breath and I don’t even want to talk about the pain in my arm. He picked me up and body slammed me into the middle of the kitchen table, and I felt him placing something around my wrist. I looked over to see rope, this maniac was actually trying to tie me down to the table, and he was starting with arm that was broken. I kicked and screamed and fought but he was still overpowering me and laughing.       Taking a deep breath, and remembering my dad taught me better than that, he taught me to be strong and gave me all the tools I needed to protect myself, I would not let this man get away with this. I felt my leggings being ripped from my body and his weight on top of me while still trying to tie me down. He lowered his head down to my neck and started licking my jawline and running his tongue toward my mouth. The next thing I knew he had his mouth on mine and was trying to kiss me. I remember him sticking his tongue in my mouth and I knew it was now or never. I smiled at him and he didn’t even seem shocked.        My next move was all I had, I bit down on his tongue as hard as I could and refused to let go. That caused him to let go of my good arm and he immediately started punching and thrashing trying to get away. I continued to smile and bit harder until I tasted the blood, it was bitter and almost gagged me, but I continued until the tip was all that was left between my teeth and he was standing in the middle of the kitchen floor screaming and holding his mouth. I sat up and kicked him as hard as I could knocking him back into the counters and I quickly scrambled to my feet. What I really wanted to do was curl up and cry like a baby, but I couldn’t, I prayed that someone would hear us and come running.        He turned to the sink and I turned to run and before I could he had his arm around my waist and a kitchen knife to my throat, the coolness of the blade against my warm skin stirred something deep inside me, something raw and primal, something that only fueled my rage more. I remember I started laughing hysterically, it didn’t faze him, he was trying to speak but I couldn’t understand a word due to the tip of his tongue I spit out that now was lying in the middle of the floor.         Remembering one of my favorite movies Miss Congeniality, I figured it was time to make this bastard SING, it was all I had at this point. I took my elbow and hit as hard as I could in the guts, then I hiked my foot and stomped on the top of his even harder, I felt the knife loosen a little and reared my head back into his nose causing him to grab his face, and lastly, I took my good hand in a fist and hit him as hard as I could in the groin causing him to scream. I staggered away and he regained his balance as he lunged again, this time causing us to both land in the floor. I heard him gasp and when I turned around, he was just staring at me. I quickly scrambled backwards against the wall and just looked at him.        After a minute he started to move again and had rolled to his back and was trying to get up, but what I noticed was the knife that he had once had in his hand was now in his chest, it wasn’t too deep so he could easily get up and come after me. I jumped up and crossed the threshold into the living room ready to grab the phone when my feet was pulled out from underneath me. I raised up and turned my head over my shoulder to see that he had crawled behind me and grabbed me, the knife still there in his chest. I kicked his hand away and before I thought twice, I jumped up and straddled him pushing the knife the rest of the way in. He screamed again and struggled beneath me, but I just pushed harder, twisting the knife, until he quit struggling and it was only then I noticed he wasn't moving a muscle or breathing, his eyes were blankly staring into nothingness and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.         I stood to my feet, my heart was racing, my arm hurt so much I just screamed as I held it with my good hand. I wanted to cry but my adrenaline was pumping so hard that I couldn’t do anything but stand there and shake.       That’s what I done, that’s what I done to save those two little precious siblings of mine that just walked up those stairs.