Like Father, Like Daughter

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Sophia

I now realize, lying on the bottom of this white porcelain tub, letting the water completely consume me, my life is now over. No matter what, I will be terrified every second of every day. I will be more cautious of the shadows lurking in the corners and I will jump at every little sound. How are you really supposed to react when you find out your father is a famous serial killer. Now I can see why my mother wouldn't want me. Right now, I feel as if I'd be better off dead. There's not much hope left in a person when they feel the life has been completely sucked out of them. I feel like my sanity is gasping for air because it is slowly dying, a very slow and painful death. I should have not dug, I should have let it all go the moment I heard my mother say 'the killings are happening again'. Now I am stuck in a heavy web that I can't seem to unravel.

I lie on the cold tub floor and start to bawl hysterically, why does my life have to be this way? Why is this happening to me? I just want to be a normal twenty-year-old girl, my life is now ruined. I can go on and continue my life but I'm not that kind of person. I have obsessive compulsion to dig down everything to the core. I was supposed to go to college, to get my masters degree, become a pediatrician to help kids. I have always imagined myself doing that, I want to be able to help people. I can't describe how amazing it would feel to save a child's life or to brighten their day by giving them a sticker. Now I should just flush all my hopes and dreams down the toilet, along with myself.

In the middle of my mid life crisis I hear Connor at the door.

"Hey, Sophia. You've been in there a long time, are you okay?" Connor asks, I can hear the worry in his tone. He is always worrying about me and I adore him for it. It's nice to know that I have someone in this world that actually cares about my feelings, unlike my asshole of a mother who just left me. I hope she goes to hell for it, leaving me now when I'm most vulnerable.

My mother also failed to tell me that my father just so happens to be a world-renowned serial killer. You know, she could have brought it up in a casual conversation over brunch. Heaven knows that women has been to enough brunches in her life to where it should have slipped out at least one. You know she could have said something along the lines of, 'this is omelet is outstanding, oh and do you know your father just so happens to be a very famous serial killer'. I cannot explain my hatred towards her. Not only did she fail to keep a huge secret from be but she left me to fend for myself here. What a spiteful, spiteful bitch who obviously lacks humanity.

As I'm lost in my thoughts, I feel warm, strong arms wrap around my cold, lifeless, naked body. Normally I would be self-conscious because I am naked but under the circumstances, I really just want to crawl into a deep, dark pit and die there. I continue to cry hysterically and slip into a dark sleep.

I wake up in my bed with a pounding headache, even though I passed out, the tears still continued to stream from my eyes. I can only imagine what I look like, bloodshot eyes, extremely puffy, with a nice red face to match. You would think after so long a person would run out of tears but no, they continue to come as if a floodgate has moved and a dam has spilled, rolling and filling every crevasse in its path. I roll over onto my face letting it sink into the plush, fluffy pillow and let the world slip away once again.

The next time I wake up the sun is starting to set, I've spent the entire day in bed and I have no means to move or do anything with my life.

"Hey, Sophia, what's wrong? I have been so worried about you all day." Connor comes to my side and runs his warm fingers through my hair. I remain silent; I don't even know what there is to tell. Should I just tell him everything? I go to speak but my mouth won't formulate words.

"Sophia, baby, seriously I'm really worried about you." Connor says and just him being him helps me ever so slightly.

"Water." Is what escapes my lips. Connor gets up and walks through the door, giving me a nice view of the chiseled muscles on his back and shoulder blades. He returns with a glass of water in his hands and sets it on the table next to me. He sits down on the bed next to me and helps me to sit up. Connor gently places a hand on my back and brings the water cup to my lips, tipping it back slightly. I take a sip letting the water run down the back of my throat, making it feel less like a desert and more like an ocean. He removes the cup from my lips and sets it back down on the desk.

"Sorry about that." I say revealing a raspy voice.

"Sophia, are you okay?" He looks genuinely concerned as he rubs my back.

"Um, no, I'm actually not."

"What's wrong baby?"

"Go into my bathroom, there should be a piece of paper on the floor or in the shower, grab it and bring it back here." I decide it's best I just tell him; sooner or later he is going to find out and I could really use the moral support right now. Connor is everything I need and want and I am so grateful to have him here with me. I can trust him to know this information and maybe, just maybe, he can help me regain my sanity.

I hear Connor's feet pad against the floor as he walks back into my room. He hands me the piece of paper.

"No, I want you to read this, my mom wrote it."

I hand him back the note and brace myself for his reaction.