Alex's eyes shot open from her deep slumber. She looked around, wondering what could of woken her. Suddenly she heard a very faint sound of an ice cream truck. Confusion struck her as she looked at her bedside clock. It was 4 in the morning, why the hell would an ice cream truck be going around? An eerie feeling went through her body as she got out of bed, she was known for being paranoid but something just didn't feel right.
She immediately went to go and check on her daughter. Halfway down the hall Alex noticed her daughter's door was open. "Oh no." She mumbled. She ran into her room, to be met with silence. "Come on Emily, where are you honey?" She suddenly heard the sound of her front door opening. She hurriedly ran into her room, grabbing a small pistol from under her pillow. She ran downstairs and outside, scared of what could of happened to her daughter.
As soon as she stepped outside her heart dropped. Emily was in front of that mysterious ice cream truck. "Emily, please get back here honey!" Her daughter turned towards her, but then looked back at the man in the ice cream truck. Alex jogged over to the scene, her hand on the trigger of the pistol. "Get the fuck away from my daughter!" She screamed. When she saw who was in the driver's seat nausea swept over her. Her ex husband sat there, looking worse than ever. His hair was matted to his forehead, looking as if it hasn't been washed in months. He used to be fairly pale, but right now it was unbelievable, he almost looked like he had a grey complexion. The look in his eyes made him look dead, and he was wearing a tattered ice cream man uniform.
"W-what the hell are you doing here?" Alex stuttered. She put a restraining order on him for being abusive, and yet here he was. "Nice to see you Alex. Emily sure has grown hasn't she?" His voice sent a chill through her body. "Get the fuck away from here! You legally shouldn't be and one call to the cops could put you in jail." She threatened, desperately trying to save herself and Emily. "I missed our daughter, I wanted to take her home." Her face dropped at his words.
"She isn't your daughter! You couldn't be a father even if you fucking tried! Get the hell away from us." Alex now had her gun pointed at him. Emily was desperately crying, trying to figure out what was going on. "Come here sweetheart." The male said to the young girl. She nodded and ran over to him. "Emily please no sweetheart, he is a bad guy okay? Come over to mommy." Alex pleaded. "The gun is scaring me mama." Emily said in a small voice. The timidness of the young girl broke her heart. "I'm sorry baby I just need to protect us." She was on the verge of tears on this point.
Emily was facing towards her mother, completely oblivious of the man behind her. The male began to quietly take a small knife from the glove box, neither Alex or Emily noticed, seeing how both of them were to occupied in their own conversation. The man smiled to himself, as he slowly turned towards the young girl in front of him, and plunged the knife into her back. She screamed out in pain, as her mother ran to her. "You fucking monster! This is our daughter!" Ales desperately screamed.
"Oh, so now she's "our" daughter." He spoke, his voice laced with amusement. Emily was in a daze, her hand over stomach trying to stop the bleeding. "Look at me honey, keep your eyes open, alright?" Alex had dropped the gun now, just focused on her daughter. The male took the chance and grabbed the gun, pointing it at the both of them. "See what happens when you leave your dear husband?" He chuckled. Alex was ignoring him, just paying attention to the young girl. She was really regretting moving out to the country now, the closest house was at least 4 miles away so no one could help them.
The man was getting bored with her endless pleading. "Goodbye girls." He said, no emotion is his voice whatsoever. He quickly shot Alex, leaving Emily to scream one more time before he shot her too. He giggled to himself and started to pick up the bodies, putting him in the back of the ice cream truck. As he unlocked the the back doors the smell of rotting flesh went over him, all of his past lovers in there. "This is Emily Rose and Alex Rose, aren't they beautiful?" He said, talking to the dead bodies.
He gently sat the bodies down, before locking the truck back up and getting in the drivers seat. "One more stop."
