|| That fucking Murderer... ||

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That night I heard dad's phone ring and heard Franklin on the other end of the line, dad got up and started to leave so I decided to follow and hid in the back of the truck, we got to some place and I watched what unfolded in front of me, Franklin wanted to kill my dad! My dad drove off and I held on for dear life and I jumped out just in time before Uncle Mike crashed his car into dad's truck and crashed him into the gas tank. I hid behind some metal crates and watched as Uncle Mike shot into the gasoline and lit it on fire which it then exploded, killing dad in the process. I watched as they walked off arguing, I walked over to my dad's dead corpse and kneeled down beside him..I bursted out crying and I could tell Uncle Mike and Franklin heard me and stared at the daughter of the man they just killed crying from witnessing his murder, I got up and walked towards them smiling widely where I stopped in the middle of them and quickly pulled out my knifes to their necks "im gonna tell you this and you better remember....If I ever see one of you in front of me...you be as dead as he is..." I put my knifes down and got in my dad's truck that was surprisingly not destroyed and drove back all the way to sandy shores crying. I walked into the trailer and I saw pops sleeping in dad's bed, I sat down on the table and just grabbed a beer and poured out the liquid and slammed the bottle into the wall "WHO'S THERE!" Pops got up quickly and then saw me with glass on the floor and tears streaming down my face "Maywell!? What's wrong Sweetie?!" I couldn't even explain what happened "T-they...*hic* k-killed....DAD!!" I started screaming and crying as Pops stood speechless and I felt his tears fall on my arms, everything went downhill from there.

After a year I started going out at night waiting for boys to pick me up thinking I was a girl looking for fun and killing them before they could lay a hand on me, I stole a shit load of money durning that time, but I couldn't forget about Franklin, it was so odd how I would still think about him even though he murdered my dad. I just didn't know what I was doing and just couldn't do anything about that feeling, it was like I needed him, but I didn't want to see him after what he did because if I did..I would kill him. Everything was confusing and Wade tried to take me out places to cheer me up but it didn't seem to help with anything, so most of the time I would be with Pops or Chef just cooking up drugs and shit.

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