Possessed Child

Monster!!

"No! He doesn't!" The woman shrieked, her face a mask of incredulity and fury. "He says he's going to find a way for me to see my mother, but he isn't." She pointed to the door. "Tell them!"

"There's no way he could have found her!" The other man looked on with concern.

"She's out there!" The woman threw her hands up in the air in exasperation.

"I haven't seen her in a few days. I've been worried about my parents too, but it's been weeks. I don't know where they are. You saw the letter. They said they'd come back for me. I don't know what they meant by that."

"He was planning to get rid of you."

The boy was crying again. He clutched his arm and pulled at his hair, as if it were part of him and not a wig.

"Stop it!"

"Let me go!" the boy cried out, as the woman shook him roughly, trying to get him to come back to her. She pulled at his arm with her free hand.

The two men came running, followed by the woman's younger sister. She had a bloody nose and her clothes were ripped in several places.

The younger man grabbed the boy by the arm and started to lead him away from the door. "Stop!" The boy tried to wrench himself free and fell to the ground, crying for help.

"Please, stop!"

The men held on to him and started to drag him away.

"They took her!" the younger girl cried, and she threw her fist into the wall, tearing a hole in it.

Suddenly the boy was jerked away from the two men, and he was being dragged along by his coat.

"Let me go! Let me go!" He squirmed in the woman's arms, trying to pull his arm free.

She laughed. "Don't worry. You won't be getting out any time soon. Not with your father's friends."

The boy looked up at her, frightened, and began to whimper. "Let me go, please. Let me go. I won't talk about this. You're hurting me."

The men had stopped running and were standing beside the woman, watching.

"He tried to kill me," she told them. "But you can see, I'm fine. Can you please let go of him now?"

"What about you?" the younger girl asked her. "What about _you_?"

The woman laughed. "I'm fine, too. Look at me. I'm perfect. I got everything I need. I've got my house and my son. What more could I want?"

"You killed them!" the girl cried. "You killed my parents. You're a killer. You're a monster!"

The boy let go of the coat and turned to run. The women started laughing. "I'm a monster," the woman repeated. "Now you see why you were made for me. You're just what I want."

The two men grabbed the boy by his arms and the older man began to punch him in the face. The boy screamed. "Stop it! Stop it!"

"I've been wanting to do this all night," the older man told the younger. "We're gonna take the boy back to his house. You girls stay here with the girl."

"You killed them," the older girl yelled at the woman. "You killed my parents."

"I'm a monster," the woman repeated. She laughed. "Look at me. I'm perfect. You're just what I want."

The women and the girl watched as the two men carried the boy away. The boy couldn't move. The older man grabbed his coat and threw it over his shoulder, then they moved toward the house. The boy looked at the two women. "He said he'd come back for you," he cried.

"He can't," the younger girl said. "He's a killer. He's going to kill you."

"He's gonna die," the older girl agreed. "He can't help himself."

"But the girl's right," the boy said. "He'll come back for you. He'll find a way. He's a killer, but he's not that strong. He's killed his own parents. He's not going to kill you."

"I'm afraid," the older girl said. "I'm afraid to be alone."

"Go home," the boy said.

The two girls left. The woman waited. She had a job to do. She'd killed her own parents, she felt better. She'd show them. She'd show them all. She smiled. She waited. She stood and took off her clothes. The boy watched her and knew what she was doing. His mother had done the same. He could remember. He watched as she lay down on the table. He was afraid. He was afraid she'd kill him. She laughed at him. She turned her head so that he could see her neck. He gasped. Her head was covered in purple bruises. "Look at me," she said. "I'm a monster. My parents killed me. I'm going to kill you." He'd made her think that. She smiled at him. She picked up a bottle of wine and took a long, deep drink. She smiled. She held the bottle up to him. "The same stuff my parents drank."

"Stop it," he said.

"I can't help myself," she said.

"You can't do this."

"Yes I can," she said, smiling.

"The cops are coming," he said.

"I'd like to get arrested," she said. "You go to bed. I'll wait a while. No cops. I want them all to see me. Then I'll disappear."

The boy went to his room and pulled back his covers. He'd stay up and watch her, he decided. He watched her.

He closed his eyes. He turned on his side. He would get used to her. He'd take her into his own room. She would disappear. She would be only in his room. He could see her there. She would disappear, he thought.

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