Page 311 of Wicked Brutal

She’s already screaming. She launches herself at Dad. “DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER!” She hits him. Dad stumbles. She hits him again. “DON’T YOU EVER TOUCH MY DAUGHTER AGAIN!”

“Jane!”

She slaps him. His head snaps sideways. Then again. “You don’t get them!”

Dad grabs her wrists. “You fucking bitch!”

“You don’t get my children!”

“LET HER GO!” Theodore screams.

Mom tears one hand free and claws Dad’s face. “You don’t get Ally!” She hits him. “You don’t get Tobias!” Again. “You don’t get that baby!” Again. “And you don’t get ME!”

Dad shoves her. Mom stumbles toward the steps. Walter runs. Theodore runs.

Arthur screams. “ROMAN!”

Mom catches herself. She turns around. And she goes back. Back toward him. “I’m leaving you!” Dad freezes. Mom is sobbing. “I should’ve done it years ago!”

“Jane.”

“I should’ve taken my babies and run!"

“Shut up! SHUT UP!”

“I’m sorry I let them grow up afraid of you!"

Dad grabs her. “STOP TALKING!”

Mom fights him. “No!”

“JANE!”

“No!” She claws at his hands. “You don’t get to scare us anymore!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

“NO!”

Dad grabs her by the shoulders and slams her down. Her head hits the edge of the marble step. The sound is wrong. A hard, sick crack.

Mom goes still.

Everything stops. Dad’s hands fall away. Her body folds against the steps. For one second, there is nothing. Then blood slips through her hair. Red. So fucking red. Spreading across white marble.

“Mom?” She doesn’t move. “Mom.”

Nothing.

Dad stares at her.

I shove Ryan away. “Ally—“

I get up. My back screams. My head spins. I don’t care. I look at Mom. Then at him. And I attack my father.

“YOU KILLED HER!” My hands hit his chest. He stumbles. I hit him again. “YOU FUCKING KILLED HER!”

“Alison—“