I sat up on my bed, unable to sleep. The words Ma had told me yesterday had made the fur on my neck stand up.
'Kill Pa? I-I don't think I can.' I thought, looking down at the sheets beneath my hooves. But Ma seemed so serious. Her eyes had been filled with tears, and I recalled her screaming, as Pa beat her the other day. I plopped my face down onto my pillow. "But.. He does hurt me and Momma.." I murmured into my pillow, mane falling slightly over my eyes. I closed my eyes halfway, looking up at the ceiling. 'I don't think I could kill him. I CAN'T kill him! He's my Pa..' I thought. I sighed and closed my eyes, sleeping through the rest of the afternoon. ... Later, sometime around Midnight, I heard a small scream, and a cry. I bolted upright in bed. "Mamma?" I whispered, looking towards my door. A few seconds later, momma came into my room. I couldn't see her face, as it was hidden by her mane.
"Ma? You.. you okay?" I asked, getting up off my bed. Momma shut the door to my room and walked over to me. There was something a bit off about her walk. She came and leaned on me, I could feel her trembling. I frowned and helped her over to my bed, where we sat at the top.
"Ma, what happened?" I asked, worry etched across my face. Ma said nothing for a minute. Then she looked up at me. She had a black eye, and a bruise on her cheek. I gasped.
"Did.. did Pa do this?" I asked, clenching my teeth together. Ma nodded solemnly. I cuddled up next to Mamma, as she buried her face in my mane.
"It'll be alright." I whispered. It was then, that I knew what I had to do. He had hurt me. He had treated me as an outcast. Nopony loved me like I was an actual living being. I was treated like a wild animal. But now I knew. After all these years, I finally knew. After what he did to Ma, I knew. I had to kill him.

It was the middle of the night. I had let Ma stay in my room, she was fast asleep in my bed. I had my head lowered, mane falling over half of my face. Sneaking past Marble and Limestone's rooms, I went down to the living room. I peeked in the kitchen, no pony was there. The fridge was open, and I squinted from it's light shining through the pitch black of the house. I snuck over to the den. There was Pa, with a bottle of beer in his hoof. He was drunk of course, but fast asleep. I trotted to the kitchen, grabbing an empty beer bottle. Then, walking back to the den, I sat in the chair across from Pa. It made a creak as I sat down, which in turn, woke Pa up a little bit.
"Pinkamena Diane Pie! Why are you out of your bed?! You tryin' to get a beating?" He slurred, in his gruff, deep voice. I grit my teeth, clutching the bottle tighter in my hooves.
"Pa..." I said, head still lowered. Pa couldn't see my eyes. It was silent in the den for what seemed like forever. Finally, I looked him in the eyes. Pa shrunk back, a glimmer of fear shown in his eyes. My light blue eyes, which were usually bright and bouncy, were now dull and dialated.
"We need, to have a little, talk."
Pa jumped up from his chair, angry. He stomped over to me, raising the bottle above his head.
"How DARE you speak to me that way young lady?!" He bellowed, bringing down his arm, ready to smash the bottle over my head. I reacted with unearthly speeds. My empty hoof raised and blocked Pa's, and I used my hind leg and bucked him in the stomach. He stumbled back, dropping the beer bottle on the floor in shock. It made a 'SMASH' sound, as it shattered on the ground. I stood up, walking over the broken glass. I smashed my own bottle, but only the bottom. The bottom of the beer bottle was now a mess of sharp and crooked shards. It was sharp enough to stab through flesh. Pa looked up at me, the fear in his eyes showing a lot more clearly now.
"Pinkamena, what are you doing?" He said, his voice shaking slightly. I growled.
"Well, what do you THINK I'm doing Papa? All my life, you've tortured me, hurt me and Ma, treated me like an outcast, an ANIMAL. It was like I was never even there. You could've at least TRIED to be a REAL FATHER." I said, walking ever so slowly towards him, beer bottle in my hooves. Pa, still backing away, tripped over a small stool, causing him to fall onto his back on the ground. I walked even closer.
"I've always HATED you Papa. I TRIED to feel love for you, but I just couldn't. My hate for you has only GROWN, and GROWN." I said, my voice sounding duller than what it usually was. Pa scooted back as far as he could, until bumping into the wall. He was cornered now.
"P-Pinkamena, I know. I've been a terrible father. I-I never knew what was wrong with me. I-I felt bad about it! I really did! P-please, d-don't kill m-me.. My sweet, sweet daughter.. I'm so so sorry..." He said, staring at me with sad eyes. I lowered the bottle, showing sadness in my eyes. I walked closer to him, anf fell on him. I hugged Pa tightly, pulling him away from the wall.
"Papa.." I started. Pa smiled, hugging me back. Just then, there was an 'Oof', and I heard Pa stuttering and trying to breathe. The sharp edges of the bottle were buried deep into his back, right where his heart was.
"Papa..." I said again, eyes still dull and emotionless. "..You'd be crying, if you were truly sorry. Yet, not a single tear. You. Were. Lying." I said, shoving the bottle deeper into his back. Pa coughed up some blood, choking and trying to speak. I let go of the bottle and Papa, letting them both collapse to the floor.
"Nighty night Papa." I smiled widely. I leaned close to his face, and his dilated eyes slowly looked over to me.
"See ya in Hell." I whispered, before he finally went limp. Standing up straight, I grabbed Pa by the leg. Slowly, I dragged his lifeless body across the den floor, taking him outside. Pa would never hurt anypony, ever, again.

Author's Note

Heyyyy! Sorry for all the lateness! Wait, why am I even bothering to write this? No one would care or read it anyways XD Okay, continue your story!