Standing up for a sister - June 25, 2011

"Junge Tochter, where have you been?!" The father looked at her, veins pulsing and looking angry. Yet there was a sense of fear or maybe worry. "How many times do I have to tell you to stay in the house?! You could have been killed! Haven't you heard that those barbaric Americans are here?!" By now tears were streaming down the little child's face.
    "You little verdammt brat!!! You think these little tears will make me show you pity?! If so you are mistaken! I ought to beat you to hell and b-" A loud smacking sound, the loudest the young girl had heard, split through the air. Her father flew maybe three feet into the air and landed on their table with enough force to completely shatter the brand new table.
    "You stay off my sister you fat swine." A young man at the age of sixteen looked at him on the ground. A piece of glass from the table had entered through his right eye, went through the skull, and entered his brain