Tw: alcohol use, murder, abuse, transphobia
Summary: Your father was abusive transphobe and an alcoholic. You and your brother, Johnnie team up to kill your father.
You are a transgender female in this
Johnnie and you planned on killing your dad and chose to do so by setting his house on fire. You went to the store to buy gasoline and a torch.
"What kind of gasoline should we get, Johnnie?" You ask
"Hmm, this one looks good. Also, I just remembered I already have a torch at home. Let's go." He told you.
* You two pull up at his house and walk inside *
"I HOPE YOU BURN," you yell, pouring the gasoline.
"ITS YOUR TURN TO FEEL THE GUILT AND ASHES YOU BRANDED OUR BACKS WITH" Johnnie yelled back
"If I had a last wish," you laugh "I'd want him to burn."
"Looks like you're getting that now" Johnnie chuckled.
"Lock the door behind me so there's no proof!" You yell to johnnie
"Sure" He yells back
"Are your gloves on tightly? Also He smells like alcohol. " i gag
"They are, and I know. They'll never find the proof that we did this. " Johnnie smiles
"Good. Wake him up." I say
"Son wh... why are you here?" Your dad whispers.
"Oh father, wanna hear a joke? A daughter walks to her home to throw a match and watch her father turn to ash. " You laugh
"You'll never be my daughter!" My dad yells.
"Too late for that," I yell back "because I'm a girl, dad."
"And also, there's no such thing as h***, but if there was, you'd be the first one to burn." I spit at him.
"Who's the f** now?" Johnnie yells.
"DIE!" I scream, pouring more gasoline on him
"BLACKEN THE SKY" Johnnie punches him
"BEG FOR YOUR LIFE!" I scream at my dad.
"What do you want her to do, Y/D/N? Be like "oh f*** what have I done"? It's not happening." Johnnie says, punching him more.
"Remember when you said I looked "gay"? I was only in the fifth grade." I yell
"All the words you spit are ingrained," Johnnie tells your dad
"B...but it's sin to not think straight!" Your dad says
"Looks like you passed along this sick brain, so now you're gonna feel this pain." Johnnie tells him
"HEY!" Your dad yells
"SHUT THE F*** UP DAD, THIS P***ED, DRUNK BRATS ABOUT TO KICK YOUR A**. I GUESS WHAT COMES AROUND HITS BACK, AND I GUESS YOUR KIDS HAVE ALSO GONE MAD BECAUSE I NEED YOU TO LOOK AT MY WRISTS, LOOK, DAD! "ITS EVERYONES FAULT BUT YOURS" WELL GUESS WHAT YOU HAVE NO ONE TO CALL BECAUSE I CUT THE CORDS!" I yell
"Your just an alcoholic who couldn't look farther. I guess it's time to get rid of the guilt that I've harbored" You say as you light the match. It's over. He's dead. .
