The Girl Who Joked

Once upon a time, a little girl loved to torture her parents with what she called "hilariously funny jokes". On the other hand, her parents did not agree.
Time and time again, the little girl terrified her parents with her acts, not caring of their feelings.
One moment she was asleep in her bed, the next she's having a tantrum: screaming, thumping the floor in pretend agony as her legs flail and knock off all the ceramics. Her parents run to her rescue only to find the girl laughing in fits at the look of their distraught expressions once they set their eyes on the mess she made as a joke.
The parents hoped she would grow out of her vexatious deeds. However, to their dismay, as she grew older, her behaviour grew ever worse a long with her.
Again and again, the teenage girl tried her parents nerves. And again again, she succeeded.
Although she continuously joked about, the teenage girl switched her tactics and always- without a doubt- flung her parents off guard.
Until one last time when the teenage girl pulled off a daring performance of her being kidnapped; but of course it was just a joke where she jumped out of the window making it look like someone had dragged her out. Her parents finally snapped: they would get her back; strong enough so that she wouldn't come back from it.
They had a plan and the next morning it was perfectly carried out.
The teenage girl was just preparing another joke on her parents at the breakfast bar, when her father asked her to follow him to the living room. Without questioning the girl followed her father. Unbeknown to the teenage girl, her mother was hiding behind the door with a glass vase ready to smash her head in.
And that was exactly what happened as the teenage girl entered the room. Confusion, and puzzled laughter escaped the teenage girls lips as she crashed to the glass covered floor. Her head connected with a nearby coffee table and was knocked unconscious for a few brief seconds. The father crouched next to her insensible body, his leather belt tied tight around his fists.
In one swift movement, he pulled the belt across the teenage girls jugular and pulled tight. Her limp body suddenly jolted as she awoke. The teenage girl tried to shake off the fathers unmoving hands, but he was too strong. She tried to scream and shout for help but all that came out was muffled gurgles as her voice box was crushed. She kept fumbling at the belt with her numbing fingers, but it was no use. She was dying. Her eyes began to loose focus. Her brain starved of oxygen.
Even if a neighbour did hear her cries for help, they would just think it was another one of her jokes. No one was going to save her.
With one last faint murmur, the teenage girls eyes glazed over as she stared into nothing. The father released his grip on the belt seconds later, making sure the teenage girl would not revive herself with a gulp of air.
Unexpectedly, the mother let out a short cackle; the teenage girl was finally gone. She could not terrorise them anymore. The mother felt relived for the first time in years.
She had been intensely watching the father as he choked the teenage girl, ready to catch her if any slim chance she would escape his strong grip on the belt.
Moments passed, as the parents stared in stunned awe at the teenage girls dead body. Then they smiled at each other, they had done it and no one knew. To them it seemed like they had conquered a goal they had clung to, only dreaming of completing it at some point in the future, not realising it had been so close.
So as not to raise alarm, the parents waited until dark when no one would see them to dispose of the teenage girls body. They owned a large allotment where they grew multiple fruit trees and vegetables. A few hours a week the parents would spend their time at the allotment- it was one of the only times they would get a break from the relentless torture of the teenage girl. They cared for it like it was their own child, and now they were going to feed it.
The parents dug a 6 foot whole beneath one of their youngest apple trees. Then they took the dead teenage girl by her wrists and ankles and flung her into the deep whole which was now her grave. A few shovels of dirt later, the teenage girl was buried.
As if nothing had happened, the parents walked off to their home, ready to enjoy their silent house they had longed for ever since the teenage girls devil birth.

So, the moral of the story? Never joke and torture people as they will eventually get their revenge.