Heirloom

"I didn't set out to be a serial killer," Mommy murmured. "It's just a high you wouldn't understand."

"So why didn't you kill me?" the four year old sitting across from her asked.

"Sweetie, Mommy loves you. Don't ever forget it. Mommy just needs to kill sometimes to get all the stress out."

"What if we're the only people around?" he asked.

"Timmy, I would never hurt you. Believe me, baby. I would never lay a finger on you."

"What about LoLo?"

Mommy rubbed her belly. "No, I couldn't hurt him either."

Timmy blew bubbles in his milk through his straw. His mother watched with mild interest. Suddenly, he stopped and gazed back at her. Worry had washed over his face. "What if I do something you don't like?"

Mommy chuckled and slides her hand over his. "Can I tell you a story?"

Timmy pondered the connotation of her words before nodding.

"Well, some people get things from their Mommys and Daddys. You got your daddy's hair and his lips, and you got my button nose and dimples. LoLo looks like he got his daddy's cheeks and my eyes. I got my feelings from my grandfather. He was like me, and when I was little, he told me I was the most special of all his grandkids because I understood him. He said one day he wouldn't be here to guide me, but he always taught me that my feelings were okay and I should never be ashamed of them. Even when my mommy and daddy would tell me I was bad and put me in home after home to try and fix me."

"So if I was like you, would you be mad?"

"Of course not," Mommy says, squeezing his hand. "But I hope you don't. I hope you and LoLo both get to be normal and not have these thoughts."

Timmy smiled. Before him, a little girl was screaming for her mommy. Timmy clutched the knife hard as he remembered what his mommy had said to him at dinner. She wouldn't be mad, but just in case, he had laid a tarp down so the little girl's blood wouldn't get everywhere. Vainly, she screamed and tried to crawl away, but he had tied her to the table in the shed like he'd seen his mommy do to LoLo's daddy. The little girl looked back at him. Tears were streaming down her face and snot bubbled out of her nose.

"So you thought you could push me at recess and not get away with it?"

"I didn't mean to! I'd never hurt someone as cool as you! Just please let me go! Mommy!"

Timmy grinned evilly. "They always scream before I take care of them."

The little girl continued to beg and scream. Suddenly, Timmy kicked her down and plunged the knife into her throat. The little girl's eyes widened as she gagged on her last breaths. Timmy watched with glee. Won't Mommy be proud!