PERSON IN THE FLAMES {TWILIGHT}

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I snap out of the memory and head upstairs. I put out an all black outfit that I knew I wouldn't miss. I look for the gasoline, wood, bags, cleaning supplies, anything that would help me get rid of any trace of my father.

I decided on torture before death, since my life has been nothing but torture. I put on the clothes and head back down with the supplies. As I get to the end of the stairs the look on fathers face is void of any emotions.

"Have you chosen your fate, father?" I ask, as I numb the anger into nothing. "No, and I'm not going to. I raised you the best I could and I'm not sorry for it." He states, not even glancing my way.

"Good, I've already chosen for you. Death will be your fate, it will be slow, it will be painful. And I'm gonna enjoy every part of it, right up to the point I slit your throat. So I hope you're in the mood for some father daughter bonding." I say, adding fake excitement to the end.

I moved the TV set into a corner and moved the bed into the far end of the basement so I didn't have to look at it. I slide the bench under the stair before laying out the biggest piece of clear drop cloth we have.

I set up a little table where put all the torture devices.

I grab the spiked bat. "I think this one will be my favorite just by looking at it." I say, letting a smirk light up my face. I put it down and ran my fingers on the other tools before meeting his eyes.

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"Alyvia-" my father starts but is cut off by me walking up to him and carrying him to the chair I placed on the clear cloth. "Don't Alyvia me, you had your shot to clear your conscience. Now you're gonna listen, all I wanted was for you to be my father. Instead I got a man that thinks it's okay to have sex with a child. Thats what I got. No more, I want you dead now. But you must suffer first." I walk back over to the table and grab the knife with the white handle.

I stab the knife into his arm as he screams. "What was it you told me when I would scream in this very basement? Oh, yea. Scream as loud as you want baby. No one will be able to hear, even if they were standing at the closed door." I ask, mocking his tone before I'm sucked into a memory.

"Hey baby girl, mom says you think I hate you? Where did you get that idea pumpkin?" dad asks, as he walks into the kitchen. He picks me up and sets me on the counter. "What's the opposite of love? hate right? You never said you love me so I thought you hated me." younger me stated as tears built up in her eyes. "That's simply not true Alyvia. Why dont you blow out your candles and Ill show you just how much I love my little girl." he said, setting me on the ground and following me to the dining room table.

SNAP OUT OF IT

I twist the knife as he winces in pain. "Are you alright there?" I ask, and raise an eyebrow. "You psycho bitch." He spat. I chuckled

"if Im a psycho, what does that make you? You see, I was made from you. My only job is to adapt and reform into whats in front of me. Thats what you did. Im an effect and you're the very cause. So would that make you the parent of a psycho. Im your byproduct by design." I say, circling him.

"You must be so proud of what you created, are you not? Sorry to disappoint." I say, rolling my eyes before removing the knife from his arm. His blood dripped on my hands.

"Look, you're making a mess." I fake frustration. I grab the tape from the table and cut off a piece and place it on his mouth. "Now why dont you wait here for however long and I'll be back?" I retort heading out the basement.

The phone rings as I wash my hands. I dry them off before answering. "Hello?" I say, picking up the phone. "AJ, did you throw another student off the building?" the voice of Charlie swan filters through the phone.

"No, just a normal day at school." I say, playing dumb. "AJ, we talked about this. You could have killed that girl." he states with worry in his tone. "Well, sadly she's still breathing. Poor girl must be in a lot of pain, should I send her a get well card?" I retort sarcastically.

"No, knowing you it would say burn in hell. Just stop throwing people off things. The doctors are asking questions. The Cullen one is a really nice guy, I would hate to see you react to him." He states the last part like hes talking to himself.

"You know me so well, the Cullen doctor is fine, it's those damn kids that are the ones that need to be careful." I state, Walking over to the living room.

"Just rain it in a little, please? Anyway, how's your dad?" he asks, my jaw locked up. "He's breathing." I state, not in the least caring for his well being. "Well Im gonna go, I just wanted to check in and see what you were up to." he states awkwardly.

"Me? Just sticking knives into my fathers flesh, nothing too big." I state nonchalantly. "I can never tell if you're kidding or not AJ." I smirk "I guess youll never know Charlie, good night. Dream of me." I add the last bit with a flirty tone, before hanging up.