"Luke, what the fuck are you doing here?! With that body?!" He yelled.
"I-I... Nothing, none of your concern." I fearfully reply.
"None of my concern? Clearly it fucking is! Get the fuck up." He says, as he pulls my up roughly by my arm. I flinch at the pain. "You realize how stupid you are?" He yells at me, "Did you not understand what 'don't bring anybody near base', means?!" He spits, and kicked Andrea's still unconscious body.
"Be fucking careful." I rudely say, the voices in my head taking over.
"Did you just talk to me like that?" He looks at me, pulling my hair. "Don't you ever, fucking talk to me like that. I'm your fucking father. I won't hesitate to fucking kill you, you selfish prick,." He says in my ear, while pulling my hair tightly. Fuck. He pushes my head away. "I'm going back to base. You better be there. And if you bring that body with you, there will be consequences." He says before walking away.
I sighed and sat down, burying my face in my hands. For Christ's sake.
Silly, there is no Christ.
The voices in my head laughed. They're right.
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I couldn't help it. There was this part of me, this strange side of me that wanted to disobey my dad. It wanted me to be with this girl as much I possibly could. I tried to ignore it but I couldn't. I sighed knowing that I'd have a load a shit coming, if I got caught. But for some reason, I didn't care. That's a first. I actually feared him. No matter how fucked up I am, I couldn't come to grow the balls and kill him.
I sneaked I to my room, and threw Andrea on the bed. Fuck, that was a lot of work. I take a breath, and rub my face. I hear shuffling coming from the bed. Oh great, perfect timing.
"W-where am I?" I turn to look at her and smile softly at her beautiful face. She's so beautiful. She looked at me, and her face went pale.
"If you scream, I'll stab you right through your fucking chest." I bluntly say. Her breathing hitched, and she scooted away from me, hitting her back against the wall. "Baby, it's okay. You're safe! Unless you make me mad. Then you aren't safe." I smile.
"W-what do you want?!" Tears threatening to pour out. I don't understand why she would cry. I'm not going to harm her...
You're a fucking psychopath, genius.
They insulted me. I began to get mad. My nostrils flared. My fists clenched.
"I'm not a psychopath!" I yelled, and punched the wall. My fist going directly through the thin layer of wood, right next to Andreas face. She stayed quiet, and looked at me, tears spilling out.
"Please don't hurt me." She whimpered, curling up into a ball. My heart broke. I would never hurt my Drea.
"I would never." I frowned. "Only if you make me mad." I repeated from earlier, smiling.
"Y-you're fucking sick! Let me leave!" She yelled at me, stumbling on her words.
"What did I say? Don't make me mad, baby." I softly warn her.
"Don't fucking call me that! You sick pig!" She screamed, standing up from the bed. Oh, she's so confident now?
"Shhhh, stop raising your voice." I try to remain calm.
"Fuck off, asshole!" She yells. "Help! Anyone! He-" my blood boils, and I get angry. I slap her across the face.
"Don't fucking raise your voice at me! And don't ever tell me what to do! I will not fuck off! You fucking hear me?!" I yell, pulling her up by her hair. Her cheek was bloody red, and she had tears everywhere. She sobbed. "I said, do you fucking hear me?!" She sobbed a yes and begged for me to let her go. I threw her on the ground, roughly.
"D-don't hurt me." She cried, softly. I felt a small knot, in my stomach. And heart. What is that? I bent down and pecked her cheek.
"D-don't upset me." I imitated her stutter, rolling my eyes. "I'm going to my office. If you dare leave this fucking room, I'll fuck you so hard, you won't fucking walk." I say, walking to the door. "And then I'll slaughter you." I finish, before walking out and locking the door with the millions of locks outside of it.
What is the fucking matter with you?!
The voice is angry.
Don't ever feel guilty for the fucking pain you cause. Ever.
I ignored the voice but soon, a bunch of voices joined and were changing a variety of demonic and cruel sentences in my mind.
It began to hurt my brain, and it began to make my breathing and heart race. "Stop." I sternly tell them. "Stop it." I try to remain calm again. "Stop it! Stop!" I cry, bending down and pulling my hair. I yell, and cry. This is what happens when I disobey the voices. They torture me. They feed me pain.
I eat the pain.
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HE EAT THOOOOOSEEE. (Sorry I had to😂)
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