Negative Creep

Cigarettes and Bloody Lips

"So I let him."

"Do coke off your nipples?"

"They were numb for like two days."

You grimace as you overhear the conversation the group of girls are having. Violet is next to you with a cigarette that she had lit only a few minutes prior. She takes a puff before one of the girls comes up to the two of you. "Hey! Student council passed a rule against smoking in public spaces." A girl with extremely blue eyes barks at Violet. One of the other girls, who you assume is the blue eyed one's friend cuts in with a calmer voice, "second hand smoke kills." Violet puts out her cigarette. "We're new, we didn't know," you say as Violet nervously flicks the cigarette butt on the floor. The girl with the blue eyes flips out, beginning to yell at the two of you. "What the hell is the matter with you? People sit here, they eat here." You cross your arms as she continues to yell at Violet. "You don't know me. Why are you doing this?" Violet asks with a slight attitude beginning to form. "Leah's grandma died of lung cancer. She takes this stuff very seriously." There she goes again, the same girl from before filling in for 'Leah'.

"Oh, were sorry to hear that-" you begin before Leah quickly grabs the half smoked cigarette from off the floor.

"Eat it. Eat it or I'm going to kick the shit out of you."

Her friends look at her in shock, "Come on Leah, that's enough."

"No, I want to see her eat it." And with that, she grabs Violet's face, trying to shove the cigarette in her mouth. "Seriously Leah, she's like twelve," her friend tries to reason. Violet spits in Leah's face and you quickly shove her, grabbing Violet's hand and running. "You're dead. DEAD!" She screams out at the two of you but by then you're already out of her sight.

:

:

:

You were in Violet's room when you heard your mother scream. The two of you quickly jump off of her bed and run to the source of the cry. You go up the ladder first with Violet only a few steps behind you. You make it into the attic, quickly dusting yourself off and Violet pokes her head through. "Is everything ok?" you ask before seeing what the big fuss was about directly. "What happened?" Violet asks before droning off, at the same time as you she saw the suit.

"Holy shit."

The two of you giggle at the sight of the gimp suit. It's hung up with low lighting as if someone had been tending to it recently. "Get it out of here." Vivien commands while ushering the two of you out of the attic. Ben stands in there, staring at it for a few extra seconds before he eventually comes down with it in his hands.

:

:

:

"So Tate, these fantasies started two years ago? Three years ago?" It was your father, you could tell by the way his voice reverberates through the old wood of the house. It had completely slipped your mind that he had a client coming in today. Having nothing better to do you decided to sit outside of his office, the door was shut but everything inside was still audible. You want to be careful with how you do this though, sitting directly in front of the door could alert whoever is inside of your presence, so with the lightest steps you can, you sit right next to the door and listen.

"Do you target people who have been mean to you? Unkind?"

"I kill people I like."

You inhale sharply. Usually these therapy sessions consisted of older men complaining about how they're failures and how they want a way out of their marriage. Sometimes, you'll hear the rogue first time mother who is dealing with violent thoughts about harming her baby but this one is off. The boy behind the door sounds to be around your age. You clasp your hand over your mouth, making sure to stay silent as you listen in to the rest of your father's session.