Insanely Wicked (Jeff the Killer Story)

Chapter 6: Dad Day

I woke up to hear an annoyingly loud ruckus coming from outside of my room, I began pulling the covers over myself and attempting to block out the noise which resulted with just useless effort.

I felt wide awake after fifteen minutes in bed, twisting and turning for a better position to sleep in while the constant noise was coming.

I check the clock on my side-table and groan in annoyance.

It's only 12 p.m...and a SUNDAY!

Sighing, I lazily stood up and brushed my hair back with my hand as I walked towards the door. I poked my head out to see the empty hallway. Now that I am listening more intently, the noise was of the driller punching holes inside a wall.

I felt my face sting and instantly face-palm myself. I grab whatever foundation I had and remove the gauze off my face as I walk towards the bathroom. After taking a long shower and wearing my towel around myself, I made my way towards my room and looked at myself in the mirror. My bruises were a little less visible now but they were visible enough for father. I cautiously rub foundation on my face. It hurt putting it on but the cuts and bruises were hidden well.

After wearing a red hoodie and some skinny jeans, I padded down the stairs, while covering my ears with my hands, and made my way to the living room to see my father still using that driller while wearing gloves and goggles.

"Dad?!" I shout over the noise, but my father could not hear it. I shout once more again, but that resulted the same as before.

The third time, I came closer to him and shouted. My father heard it and suddenly jolted from the sudden reaction, from his side. The jolt was so epic that he made the hole he was drilling shift and it ended up making a very very large hole on the wall.

Letting a snicker escape, my father let the disaster sink in and I gently pat his back.

I began to gaze at the amount of pictures my father hung up on the walls.

I never knew that Dad would keep these...

They were even of Reverie and my mother. Reverie's baby photos and my first birthday party. When my mother baked cupcakes for the first time...

I remember that day...
My mother's cooking was never really good and my Dad blurted that fact out to her. I was three or four years old back then...but I remember. That day was the day I got the best memories with her.

I sigh as I look over the memories which these pictures held. My blood began to boil and I shove the good memories out of the way. My mood changed instantly.

My mother left! She left my father and my sister. How could she?! To her own children...
She ruined my father...
He loved her very much. I saw it in his eyes.

Then why would she do this?!

I gave my father a look and began saying, "What's all this?" a little more harshly than I wanted to.

My father shifted a little before answering while he scratched his neck, "I thought...since we will be living here for some time now, why not make it home-sy?" My father shrugged.

I raise my eyebrows, "Really Dad?"

My father sighed and looked down at his dirty gloved hands.