The Daisy mae Games

chapter ten

Episode: 4

I had come home early that day. It may have been two o'clock for all I knew, but I wanted to surprise Sam. when I made it to our house there was a bright orange Nissan car in our driveway. Odd. I unlocked our house, and slipped my shoes off. It was a sunny day, so Sam had turned on all the A.Cs before we both left for work. They were loud, super loud.

I began my trip upstairs to our room to change out of my office clothes and wipe off my makeup. From our room I heard moaning. I hesitated to open the door, but I did, only a crack.

It was Sam and a girl. Intertwined in my bed sheets.

"Oh, Sam." She said, as he laid on top of her and kissed her.

I wanted to scream. As loud as I could. I wanted to burn Sam and stab that lady.

A stranger and my boyfriend are doing it in my bed.

It sounded illegal in my head. I was going to walk in there somewhere between her moans for Sam.
and a place where Sam said, "I'm glad we did this."

Fine lady, suck his fuckin' dick. I shut the door and turned around so I wouldn't have to listen to them anymore. I sat on our couch and turned the lamp on. I didn't cry. Why would I cry. No, I was planning my revenge.

I'm pretty sure Sam heard me at one point. He walked through the front door, the orange Nissan had left an hour ago, so I sat here and waited.

"You're home before me!" He exclaimed.  He had That stupid childish smile on. The innocent one. I wanted to wipe it off his face.

"Work was rough." I respond coldly. He looks at me confused.

"Are you mad at me or something?" I looked away.

"No. I love you." I say through gritted teeth.

I stand up and kiss him. He tasted like cherry gloss. He grabbed me and said, "let's go upstairs."

I wanted to say, "Do you still have it in you?" But instead it said, "lead the way." And squeezed his hand as tight as I could.

Chapter ten

When I make it down stairs, It seems like everyone left. I had wrapped my arm in tons of goz, it did stop the bleeding just not the pain.

Everyone was dead except for Bree and Bridgett. I walked into the dining room to see them playing pool and smoking cigarettes.

Bree looks up at me, but doesn't grin. "Hello." She says. "I see the games have finished a day earlier than expected." She wasn't in that pretty dress anymore. She was in a black cardigan and jeans, such a normal look for such an odd night.

She walks up to me and hugs me.

"Wanna hear the story?" Bree asks. I wince.

"What story." I question. She smiles just a little bit.

"The one me and Bridgette wrinkles intail."

Bridgett walks over. Also wearing a casual look. A dress with daisies on it.

Bridgett puts her hand out in front of mine and says, "I'm daisy Mae. You are?" And before I know it I throw up.

"What the fuck!" I yell, "you are daisy Mae."

She runs her white gloved hand across her ginormous scar on her face. She hesitated before smiling and responding, "my father did this to me. With an axe. He got our entire family to try and kill me because I wanted to die! I wanted to fucking die." Bridgett cries in her gloves.

"He pressured us to do this." Bree says. Tucking my hair behind my ear.

I stood up. "He didn't pressure anyone to do anything! You chose to relive the nightmare."

They both look tired and dried out.

Bree squeezes my face together. "Why'd you kill my fucking son! You weren't pressured to do that!"

My mind boggles. "I've never killed anyone." I say, I'm completely forgetting about killing two people tonight.

"My son is Sam!" I feel like drowning.

"So?" I say. Bridgett cups her face with her hands.

"So! You are a monster! do you think we fucking brought you here just because you committed suicide. No! There's always a reason darling. you just couldn't see it"

. "You tempted to kill him." She says.

"Attempted, he died in the fuckin' fire. Some lady told me."

Bree smirks.

Then I remembered it. Bree walking up to me. It was Bree who told me Sam was dead. Not a firefighter, not a police officer, but Bree! Which meant...

"That candle did smell really good." I hear Sam say. He walks into the room and smiles that stupid smile.

"Tie the witch up." He says. Tears flood out of my eyes.

Sam ureti, my ex. Was alive after a year in a half of missed phone calls and a suicide attempt.

"You know, when I smelt that candle. I realized it smelled like gas. You smeared gasoline all on the wax of that candle. You were gonna try to blow me up. Weren't you?"

I struggled to speak as Bree places duck tape on my mouth. I give up.

He walks up to me and smiled, "I bolted out of there as fast as I could. Then when the house blew up, I only got some minor scratches and burn marks after all."

He leans in and kisses me my head. "I loved you so much. But mia was just better at fucking."

My heart broke as it came to me. That orange Nissan was Mia's. She slept with Sam. That's why she apologized that night. She was sorry for everything.

"Wow what a friend. Betraying you like that." Bree says. "I guess you have to burn in the end." They take out a sharp knife and place it in my wrists.

Sam snickers, "I'm real sorry." He sliced the cut back open, making me screech. Then he did the other side. Fuck!

I was officially bleeding out. Was this the fucking end for me. They lit a match up and placed it in the carpet, which lit on fire and started burning things.

I was so tired. So, very, very, tired.

Episode: 5

I drove to get the toilet paper as fast as I could. I needed to make it seems that it was super accidental. I wanted Sam gone. I wanted him and that girl friend of his to burn. Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn.

When I was young my father warned me about buys. He said if I didn't find that right one I would be totally screwed over. He was a good man. That's why it hurt me and my mom when he died.

It was an unexpected death. He went to work and never came home. When we sat at the dinner table that night, when the phone wrang, we had already prepared ourselves. It was fine. My dad was somewhere, safe and sound. I really hoped I would meet him up there when I died.

Maybe that would be sooner then I expected.