You saw your mothers neck being slit by your father. As your mother ran out of the house, looking for help, your father had turned to you, knife in hand. He smiled and caressed your cheek with his bloody hand. He pulled you close to him and placed the knife against your neck. He pushed down onto you before two people came in. One of them had blood over him and a gun in hand, the other one.. was just there.. your father slit your neck before the guy couldve shot him.