(Still past) the door opens. I back up from her and drop the knife. It's mom. Dammit! Why!! I could've ended her once and for all! I look at her. "Oh..you got lucky, we aren't done yet little brat." I pick up the knife and head to the kitchen before they come through the door. Still shaking. Ashlyn knives. My 7 year old sister, was softly crying. She ran into her room before mom or dad said anything about her tears. "Hey mike!" My dad shouts at me while smiling. Mikie and mike? When I get my hands on that girl. Dads going with her too.. my mom is the only person that respects me. She calls me by my real name or sweetie. I don't have a problem with it though. "Hello sweetie!" She walks over to me and gives me a hug. I'm trying not to cringe. I. Hate. Hugs. I don't want to kill my mom but hugs? She knows I hate hugs! "Mom! No hugs please!" I say as she squeezes Me. She sighs as she lets go. "Sorry sweetie, I just couldn't help my self!" She walks away and sends the nanny home. That damn nanny doesn't do anything but feed us. So I can get rid of that brat any time I want. I sigh. I'm tired, I head into my room and go to bed. My parents go to work Tomorrow and my nanny will most likely be sleep. So, I kill that little brat and I'll make it seem like my nanny did it, damn why am I so smart? This was the perfect, plan.