A Bloody Glass of Wine

Chapter 3

"M-mom...," questioned the small child, no older than 6 years old. His clothes were damaged and nearly torn apart. Bruises were all over his body from the everyday beating but still, his face held a strong and indifferent expression.

"Vincent... calm down... James is here," begged the woman as she stood protectively in front of her child.

"You dare tell me again what to do?" opposite of them both, a man holding a broken bottle of red wine.

"Vincent... don't do it... No! Please! Ahhh!" everything happened between seconds. In the eyes of the small child, nothing could be more scary than the scene before him. Hearing his dear mother's desperate screams and seeing her crimson blood mede shivers run down his spine as the monster in front of them was no other than his own father, "James... r-run..." was his mother's last words.

"You are so annoying, yelling over and over for the same things everyday. I'm sick of this!" the said monster yelled while piercing again and again his already dead wife with the sharp bottle in the chest. The child stood there motionless. Eyes widened and body paralyzed with fear. James could only stare at the open and lifeless eyes of his dear mother. The only person who ever cared for him.

"What are you looking at?! Do you want to join her as well?! You are so annoying, you sure took that from your mother, didn't you! I bet you aren't even my child!" yelled the man ready to stab his own child but the sound of the police sirens made him froze in place, "Fuck! Who the hell called the police?!" the man quickly ran outside of his house and attempted to escape only for the police to caught up with him on the road. Soon enough, they were able to finally arrest him.

The child stepped outside of his door house. The cold wind hitting his skin. He was sad. He was terrified. But the tears wouldn't come out. He wanted to cry, to scream and be angry at his sorry excuse of a father, but once again, nothing would come out. As if the place where his feelings should had been, had now become an empty void. Only an unexplained sense of bloodlust was left behind as the child's eyes were fixated on the monster that killed the only important person in his life.

Soon enough, the police came to investigate the house. Unintentionally, the child's eyes followed the police officers and in the end they were staring once again towards the corpse of his dead mother. The child started to feel nauseous and not even a minute later, he started to throw up. The image of his dead mother and the disgusting smell of blood made his body to feel sick.

"Someone, take this child away from here immediately!"

"Sir, we should take him to see a doctor. His body is full of bruises."

"Then what are you waiting for? Go!"

The child heard the cops talking as he sat to his knees. His body sightly trembling. Soon enough, the police had taken him away as the gray clouds started to rain small drops of water. The image of his mother lying to the ground, the insane eyes of his drunk father stabbing her, everything was still visible to his gray eyes. The child felt hopeless. Desperate. But what could he do to this situation? After all... he was just a child.

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"Who are you?" spoke a woman with curly dirty blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She was chained on a metallic chair that was inside a large plastic bucket filled with water. Her eyes filled with furiousness.

"My name is James Anderson. It's a pleasure to finally meet you Ms. Stefani Rose," greeted James the furious woman with a bow as she kept giving him deadly glares.

"Why are you keeping me here?" questioned the woman by the name Stefani Rose with a calm tone.

"Do you recognize this photo?" asked James as he brought a photo in front of her face. The photo portrayed her holding in a warm hug a small child.

"Where did you find that photo?" she questioned as she took a small gulp of her saliva.

"Inside your house of course."

"So you've seen it... You must have seen it! Is that the reason I'm here?!" she panicked now trying to freed herself.

"I knew about that from the beginning and yes, that's the reason you are here," he answered with his usual emotionless face.

"Are you working for the police? Are you going to put me into jail? Come on, show me, where are the cameras?" she blabbered looking towards all directions in hopes of finding anything that could put her into danger. Little did she knew, that the danger stood right in front of her.

"There are no cameras Ms. Rose. I'm not working for the police and I'm not planning on letting you go any time soon. I don't think I need to explain any further than that for you to understand that I'm another murderer just like you," explained James in a matter of fact tone as the woman looked at him with another glare.

"You're wrong... I'm not a murderer," she denied shaking her head in disagreement.

"Then how do you explain the decayed body of your daughter?" questioned James with narrowed eyes.

The woman looked to the ground. Mouth shut and eyes clenched. A long silence followed and Stefani finally answered with a trembling voice.

"She looked too much like her father. Whatever she did, whenever I looked at her, I could only see my ex-husband. I couldn't stand it. I tried to stop myself from doing anything reckless but in the end, before I knew it, I had choked her in her sleep while I was drunk. I had killed my precious daughter. I couldn't let anyone know about this so I hid her in my basement." spoke the woman calmly as James looked at her silently.

"What a sorry excuse of a mother... Parents are supposed to support and love their children but many of them don't even know how to take responsibility. Instead of letting go of your ex and the past, you got stuck there and dragged down your daughter along side you. You... truly are one monster of a human," James's eyes stared at the woman with a painful expression. As if old forgotten memories passed through his mind.

"Me?! A monster?! It's not like I wanted this to happen! It was a mistake! I never wanted to actually kill my child! I loved her more than anything else in this world!"

"So whenever a person makes a mistake, we should just say sorry and everything will be solved. That's what you are saying? So I should forgive you and let you go because you killed your oh so dear daughter by mistake?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying! Humans make mistakes everyday! It's common sense that we are learning from them!"

"I apologize Ms. Rose, but this wouldn't be fair for the poor child. You are an awful person and even more, a horrible parent. You should feel ashamed that you even thought you deserve to be forgiven. Humans do make mistakes, yes, but you should be more than an idiot to not understand that killing an innocent child is one of the biggest sins a human could do."

After that, James grabbed carefully an electrical wire and showed it in front of the woman's face, "Parents like you are truly the worst...,"

"Wait... No! Please stop!"

"May the God be with you," said finally James as he threw the electrical wire inside the bucket. The woman screamed loudly as electricity ran over her whole body.

After 10 seconds, he took the wire away and gazed at the woman's dead body. The disgusting smell of burning flesh filled the room as James brought out his new handkerchief and covered his nose.

"I hate this..."