Suzie-Not so sugar sweet.
“SUZIE!!!!”
Stupid bitch...I wonder when she will stop yelling.
“Coming mother.” I shout back in the politest tones I can conjure.
These days my blood boils over every time I hear her say my name.How the fuck does she have the authority call me? She is just my adopted mother. Nothing more.
If she was my real mother...she would know that I am not the sweet, polite ,golden child of the Slasher family. I am the bitch who skinned her annoying little dog. I am the one who plucked out it’s eyes and gently kept them in the deepest corners of my drawers. I am her 30 year old fucking hostage. I know now that this has to end.
Entering the kitchen, I swiftly grab the shiniest knife. I already know where it’s kept. Ha!!
“Suzie ....Dad is coming home.”
I flinch. David is not my father.I could never picture him like that.The only way I can picture him is in his birthday suit, slowly stripping me down as this bitch watched and cried.
The floral pattern on her dress doesn’t fool me. I never really like flowers anyway. I was way more into eyeballs. You should see my collection, you would be amazed at how well preserved they are. I can still see the last gleam of light that the owners had in those eyes before I murdered them in cold blood. Well, let’s add one more pair.
And with that, the knife hits blood and bone.
As she falls down and writhes in pain, she screams,” What did you do...What about your unborn brother?”
This only makes a mile wide smile break out across my face.
A collection of unborn brothers ...sounds GOOD.
But then I hear David pull up in the driveway.
Shit.
Poor dear, wrong time to come home...I hadn’t even cleaned the mess.
Guess another pair is to be added. Wow...this is a night of great acquisitions.
“Anna baby.” I hear him say. Asshole. I hate it when he calls her baby. Thank God he can’t do that anymore.
I plunge out into the lobby, blocking him from the kitchen.
“Hey sexy....” I mumble in passionate tones. He just stands there dumbfounded ,while I mutter all the things I would do for him..to him.
However what he said next was the end of his short , miserable life.
“I could never love you like that...I love only Anna and I want you out of my fucking house!!!!”
Oh no he didn’t.
Again, my knife made contact with bone, the warm blood gushing out, spraying, dancing, giggling(and me with it!!). I loved this feeling.
After a satisfying night of plucking out and adding two more pieces to my collections, I settled down next to David, or whatever was left of him anyway. The feeling of thick blood flowing between my fingers made me tingle all over. And as I smeared it across my face, I finally understood my life...and it made me want to never die.
8/28/18