Chapter NINETY- SEVEN 

REVEALED  EILEEN'S POV. His blood dripped down my chin, scattered across my face, as I stared into blank space, sitting on top of him. My hands shook and the knife fell from it, clattering to the floor.  I wasn't terrified of what I'd done, but of how I'd take care of it. I couldn't risk anyone finding my father's dead body, and a knife in my hands, but at the same time, I didn't know what to do.  "Okay… Okay, breathe, Eileen. Breathe…" I told myself, and took in deep breaths.  It was already his time to die. The old fart was always using the excuse of me being his daughter to cheat on me. He had been so worried about us being found out, so I had done a favor by taking him to a place where he didn't have to worry.  I wiped at the blood on my face hastily, causing it to leave red smudges.  His blood stank, and I hated the smell.  Then I scrambled to my feet, and dragged him all the way to the back door. The woods were not so far from our place, and I figured not much people would notice