The Apostle

Lonely preachers daughter, started fleeing from the scene. Right behind her mother, and the horrors that they'd seen. Mother, why did father have to treat that boy this way? Hush now child and listen, for we have to get away. Then walked in, the preacher, bloody murder on his hands. He says he has to teach them, not to disobey commands. Grabbing on to mother, thoughts are twisting in his mind. No, then screams the daughter, to a father drunk and blind. So she runs, and she runs, and she runs, and she runs... The father was faster. The daughter was weaker. In the face of disaster. She says don't pull the trigger.