I followed the screams. I knew I had to reach her. For my own sake as much as hers. I wouldn't fail her like I did her sister.
She was running down the wrong path - that's what he wanted her to do. He'd done it before and I'd still not been able to forgive myself for letting him.
I tried to warn her, called out to her to stop, but she wouldn't. My voice muffled by the rain always seemed to fall short of reaching her.
For only the second time in my life, I was truly afraid.
And then I heard the sickening thud. She had fallen. I had to reach her before he did. Her screams were coherent now. "Daddy, help me please!" I saw him running towards her with his pistol.
I had to act quick. I plunged the knife into her ribcage with all my might. I covered her mouth with my hand and twisted it in until she could squirm no more.
I looked up to him as his tear-filled eyes aimed the pistol at my head. I wasn't afraid anymore. The screams had finally stopped.