I washed the knife in the sink. There is no one else in this room aside from my father, but he's in the living room watching Volleyball League.
I hate him is an understatement.
I have a deep breath and closed my eyes.
This will be a success!
I went to our living room and came face to his back. My father is balding like most fathers around the world when they get older. The television's light almost reflects on his forehead. And I cringed.
He's that old balding man, but still, he has the guts to fuck women my age.
Does it ever cross his mind that he has a daughter too?
No.
Does it ever cross my mind to tell my mother about his gross husband?
Yes, but I don't want to hear another senseless fight. I grow tired of it.
" That stupid Thomas! She's dragging the team down for fuck's sake!" I rolled my eyes. He continues to mutter curses while watching the game.
" Just quit watching the game, Dad if you're gonna throw tantrums like a 5-year-old kid, or maybe you can substitute that Thomas girl." But too bad, he doesn't know how to play volleyball. His bulging stomach won't even make him survive a 2-kilometer run.
" Shut up, Charlie!" He exclaimed without tilting his head to me. Well, I'll shut up if you stop acting immature.
I feel the knife on my palm and practice swinging it while the prey is busy watching TV.
" How about you get me cold water, Charlie." And he said that without asking. A couple of minutes passed and I didn't budge. " What's taking you一 why are you still standing there? Where's my water?" I rolled my eyes and pointed the shining knife to my father's nose, that pig-like nose.
" You're an annoying bitch." Well, that slipped.
" What!" He couldn't believe what I just said.
" I mean the Thomas girl is an annoying bitch, Dad."
Come on!
He nodded in agreement. Fool.
His forehead creased.
" What's with the knife, young lady?"
I shrugged.
" Nothing, Dad. I was just going to cut some ingredients." I smiled shyly. " Sorry, I forgot your water. "
" Tsk! Stupid kid, go get me my water!" As you wish, father!
I stepped back and act like I'm walking back to the kitchen before turning my body back again to the living room.
It was fast like a strong wind that passed, and the knife I was holding's now standing good at the side of his neck.
" Ah- w-what?" He touched his neck, turned his back slowly to me, and was more than surprised. "Why?" That was what he said before he starts to stand up, but before he can get his strength back, I pulled the knife and draw an imperfect mark on his back. I pushed to knife deeper again and it feels so good.
He stood up, but he's got not have enough strength to make large steps forward.
" Does it feel good like the way you stick your dick around some young lady's flowers, Dad?" I smirked.
" Y-you---"
I plunged the knife again, but this time into his balloon-like belly, and instead of helium being released, his blood started to spurt.
" Now you look like a pig ready to die for people to consume." I giggled. " I don't know why you fuck girls my age, Dad. Is Mommy not enough? She's pretty too even when she's aged. Are men all like you? God! If they're all like you then they must be slaughtered and be fed too! I don't want to imagine men sticking their dicks to many women, and go home to their family as if what they've done is a normal thing." I was a bit surprised when he stumbled and fall to the carpeted floor with his back facing the floor. " Such a weak man. You're so proud of your little fella inside your pants that you can't even endure a few strike of knife. What a beautiful sight though." I snorted.
When I was done cleaning the whole dirty mess my father caused, I went back to the far back of our yard where I buried him.
He was still breathing when I rolled him to his death hole. I hope he enjoyed inside.
" I'm sorry for what I did, Dad. I just want Mommy to marry another guy who's much better than you. The one who'll allow me to buy what I like without using a hundred nonsensical insults when complaining. You are a bad father, you know. You go home late and complain about things that shouldn't be complained about. You act like a fucking kid when I am the kid!" I rolled my eyes in annoyance. " I never liked you as a father because you were never good as a father, and you even have the audacity to cheat! God! What did I even do in my past life to have a father like you? Well, good thing that you're gone now. I must thank myself. I put my Mommy out of misery too."
" Charlie?" He's a cheater, a big head cheater.
" Charlie!" I wish he'll die on his sleep.
" Stupid kid! Is your daughter even listening, Eva?" My father's face contorted.
" He's your daughter too, Carlo." Mommy looked annoyed, but I am more than annoyed by my father.
" I'm listening, Dad." I said in a duh tone. We're in the kitchen having our warm little dinner. Ugh! His face makes me lose my appetite.
" Of course, your are!" Sarcastic. " Why can't you be like your cousins, Charlie?"
" Why can't you be like Tito Filimon, Dad?" If only I can ask him that without him telling me I am the worst human being in the whole universe, when clearly he is that. " I'm sorry, okay?" I replied, instead with a heavy chest.
It's always like this. I am always that one person who will say sorry in the end when it's not my fault. And it's like I am being choked, it's getting harder for me. Should I just end my life, instead?
I can't continue to live with this kind of parent anymore.
Why does it have to be always me to be perceived as wrong?
He have done wrong too!
He fucking cheated to my Mom!
what lies inside my head | aiasolitude | 09.02.22
