Fatality (Discontinued)

Chapter 8

Ok, so I know there might be a lot of plot holes in this chapter, but they are going to be covered in later chapters. I plan on finishing this book somewhere around 15 chapters.

I'm sorry for the long wait on an update, I'll explain why in a message to all my followers after I'm done posting this.

Enjoy the chapter!

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April 1, 2014

Wow, I got to tell you, I've had one hell of a crazy week. From killing my mother, to burning down my house, to leaving town with my little nephew Theo, and now I'm finally on a plane towards home. But, maybe I should start from the beginning.

So, last week, I killed my mother by shooting her through the forehead. The irony of the situation is that I shot her with her own gun. She got it after her and my dad divorced, claimed that now she is living alone she should have some kind of protection.

Some protection, huh?

I made sure it was a quick and easy job. I made sure the silencer was on, threw pillow over her face, and put a bullet right into her forehead. Quick, easy, and soundless.

The next part of the plan wasn't so easy.

I needed a way to get out of there, get out of Ireland, without looking like a suspect. So, I needed to fake my own death. I wasn't planning on killing someone else while I was here, and I usually liked to go slow with killing, but desperate times calls for desperate measures.

The problem with the plan is that I was taking Theo with me and how I was going to pull that off. I wasn't going to fake his death, like I was going to fake my though. I may be a monster, but I am in no way cruel. I would never ever harm a little child. And the only way to fake is to kill a baby and I can't bring myself to do that, it's inhumane.

So, this is what I did. I quickly packed up mine and Theo's stuff, and a gas can, and put it into my neighbor's car, I know how to hotwire. I drove around the city for a bit, finding the hot spot for homeless people. I didn't stop looking until I found a guy that was my height and my build.

I parked the car across the street from the alley, making sure little Theo is still asleep, before making my way towards the guy. I had to get dirty for this job, I used some skills I've gotten from stripping over the years to lure him away from the eyes of others. I had to show him a bit of a good time, and when he least expected it, I shot him with my mother's gun. It was still on silent and I made it painless for the dude by shooting him in the temple, killing him instantly.

I hid his body long enough for me to drive the car closer to it, before stuffing it in the trunk and then throwing the gun in a nearby dumpster. I made sure Theo was still asleep before driving off to the nearest gas station. I went inside to prepay 50 for the gas, a lighter, and a packet of cigarettes before tapping off the gas tank and filling the gas can up to the brim and driving back off to my mother's house.

The next part was a lot of work. I had to drag the body up the steps into my room and position it to wear it looked like it was trying to crawl out of the room somehow. I disarmed the fire alarm, closed the door, and pushed the heavy china closet, yes we had one of those, in front of the door.

I went to my mom's room and searched high and low until I found her money stash. I knew she liked to have a secret stash around because, well because she's paranoid. After like ten minutes of searching, I finally found it, about seven thousand dollars hidden under a loose floorboard beneath her bed.

Once I disarmed the rest of the house's fire alarms, I drenched her room in gasoline and made a line down from her room, to my room, all the way down the steps, and finishing right at the front door. With the little bit of gas I had left, I completely covered the front door.

I checked on Theo one more time, before lighting up a cigarette, smoking a bit of it, and flicked it right at the front door. And let me tell you, that door lit up faster than the Fourth of July, it was absolutely beautiful.

I didn't stick around much though. I drove off before anyone can notice their neighbor's house was on fire. I drove about ten minutes down the road before putting those acting classes I paid for to use.

I had called my brother and on the fifth ring he answered and I was in hysterics. I told him how someone broke into the home and took Theo, how I tried to fight them off, but there was three of them, but only one of me. That they knocked me out and I woke up in my own room covered in gasoline.

He told me to stay calm and that he's calling the police. I knew that I had convinced them because I could hear Denise crying in the background about her little baby. He told me he's on his way over after I cried hysterically that I can hear the crackling of flames from downstairs

I hung up with a wheezy I'm sorry. And the rest is history.

The next few days were a whirlwind for both me and Theo.

The next day I had called Liam in hysterics. I made up with this story of how my parents, Greg, and Denise were in a car crash. They were on their way to a little café, to have a family dinner together. The only reason I wasn't with them was because I had begged them to let me take Theo to the pet store. After much convincing, they finally allowed it and they were supposed to pick us up, but got hit with the car before they could.

He said that he would fly out to see me, but I talked him out of it. I told him that I don't want to stay here any longer then I had to. I was only going to stay long enough for the funerals and the legal stuff, like becoming Theo's legal guardianship and then I was going to come home. He can comfort me then.

It took a lot of convincing, but he finally agreed. He even told me he would get my house baby ready and will contact my work and let them know what happened. Such a sweetheart he is, it's a good thing I never told any of my family his last name, or else they would have to contact him about my "death."

The next few days was spent getting fake IDs and fake passports for both me and Theo. His name is not Theodore Payne and mine is now Liam Payne. It's evil, I know, but I need to cover up my trail and what better way than to frame someone else. Don't get me wrong, I love Liam and I would never hurt him, but a guy's got to do what a guy's got to do in order to stay save.

And now I'm here, on my way back to the states, sitting in a nice seat under the name Liam Payne. And ready to start my life with my new "son."

The plane is about to land soon. Until next time.

Current status: 13 dead: 10 men, 3 women

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