Her Scary Tales

Dark humor (part 6).

WARNING!
This story contains parts of violence, gore, blood and abuse. VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
________
Lucy called her parents and told them everything. They permitted her to stay with Kylie at the hospital, but grudgingly got Kim a lift and let her go without saying goodbye.

KYLIE

Like Kim, Kylie hated being home with her parents. Being compared to your twin every minute doesn't exactly help much.

"Kylie," her twin opened the door.

"Millie," she brushed past her.

They were identical in every way, making it hard to tell them apart. Same ginger red hair, green eyes, and freckles. Freckles that Kylie hated. Kylie dyed her hair black at fifteen to differentiate herself from her twin.

"Kylie, where are you coming from?" Her mother questioned her.

"It's a miracle you noticed I was gone," she snickered.

"At least be respectful," Millie told her.

Their mother sighed. "I don't know what to do with you."

"Then don't do anything," she stormed off. "I'm so tired of all of you."

"Kylie, come back here!"

"And if I don't?" She replied plainly.

Her mother fumed. "Then I'll send you to your aunt Georgina because Lord knows I can't handle your behavior anymore. You're becoming too intolerable."

"Do it," she tilted her head. "I dare you." She entered her room, slamming the door behind her before locking it.

She was afraid of her aunt, but she didn't want to let them know that. Kylie was done trying to please her family and be more like Millie. She was tired of being someone she wasn't, her twin.

And so she became a complete recluse instead. If she couldn't be perfect, she might as well give up on trying.

***
THE NEXT DAY

Kylie groggily stepped out of her room quite early to steal something from the fridge. She had nothing to eat last night and wasn't ready to spend her savings, not until there was no more hope.

"You're useless. You know that, don't you?" Millie sneered. She was sitting on the kitchen counter, drinking liquor. Something Kylie got condemned for multiple times.

Kylie cynically laughed. "At least, I don't have to be a people pleaser anymore."

"Dad got into an accident last night!" Millie burst. "And you? You were busy blasting music till dawn. Mom's in the hospital alone," she sniffed.

"Do I look like I care?" Kylie rolled her eyes. "If you're so pained, go join your mother."

Millie gasped, slamming the bottle of beer on the counter. "You!" She screamed. "You're the reason I'm going through this."

"No, I'm not. You psychotic ass bitch!" She pinched her nose. "You smell like shit, go take a shower."

"Do you know that he could die?"

Kylie paused, and her head spun.

FLASHBACK

"Why can't you be more like Millie!" Her father screamed.

"B-but I-I. This is. I got an A," Kylie stuttered.

"An 80, and you're proud!"

"Your sister got a perfect score."

"Why can't you be at the top of your class for once?!" He ran his hands through his hair, frustrated. "I let you do arts like you wanted to, and you're still a failure!"

"I-im," she cried. "But I'm trying my best!" She yelled.

He raised his hands and slapped her. "Don't talk back at me, you stupid child."

"Dad, I won the science fair!" Millie grinned, holding her trophy.

"At least, I have one good child making me proud," he said, glaring at Kylie.

"You're smoking," Kylie's dad slapped her yet again, putting the cigarette in her hair.

"I wish you died instead of her," he muttered angrily before leaving. "She wasn't everything, but she was far better than you."

Her older sister, not as perfect as Millie. She could relate to her pain. They could relate to each other.

"P-please," Kylie wailed. "I won't do it again."

Kylie dreaded the dark. The darkness traumatized her after being forgotten in a dark room at three. She couldn't get over it, no matter the therapy she went through.

"I'll work harder," she cried, hitting the door. "Please, don't leave me here."

"Dadddd!"

"Mommmmmmm!"

"Millieeee!"

"Help m-me!"

END OF FLASHBACK

"He could die?" She laughed hysterically.

Millie stood agape at her sister's display.

"I'd be glad," she grabbed a bottle of vodka from the mini bar alongside two apples and went into her room.

___

"Humor me," a voice made her jolt from the seat at her father's funeral.

"Would you take the rest of them? Millie and her?" She pointed to her mom.

Kylie knew the cause of her father's death. A grief counselor. It sounded quite cliche, but if it wanted humor, she shall provide it.

LUCY

"We're already late for the funeral," Kim groaned over the phone.

"You do know that Kylie's happy about his death, don't you?" Lucy rolled her eyes. "She told us we could come late or at the end of the funeral if we wanted to."

"Girl, got liberation in the most insane way," Kim sighed.

"Well, I'm on my way. I have to go; the light just turned green."

Halfway across the street was the headless man from that day. Lucy gasped and shook her head, and suddenly he was gone. She took a breath of relief before moving.

Unbeknownst to her, a large truck was heading her way. Her body remained unmoved, and the truck driver couldn't control his brakes.

HUMOR ME

The words were painted in red on the truck's windshield.

And at the speed of light, the impact of the truck sent her body flying up and landing back on the road with the sounds of her bones cracking.