My Daddy the Serial Killer

Chapter 4- The Striking Young Male

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I was blushing mad as Jonah and I stood on my porch. My mind was jumping ahead of itself and I was fidgety. Jonah must have felt the same way too, for he kept looking at his feet and coughing. Come on Em, it's literally been 4 seconds since you and Jonah entered the domain of your front porch. Now what? Think movies damn it! What do guys want to hear? What do girls usually say? Good night? No, too pushy. 

"Hey, uh, wanna come in? My mother isn't home..." We locked eyes only for a moment when I finally broke it off.

"Yeah I guess for a little while is fine." I could hear the nervousness growing in his throat. I unlocked the door and let him inside. I led him to the kitchen and offered him a drink. When he declined I began to feel regret in ever letting this strikingly handsome boy in my house. God what am I thinking? Jonah has class, he's not gonna jump me or anything. Crap now what! Getting him a drink would've saved me some time to think what the hell I'm going to do next! 

"Hey, Emma..."

I jumped a little at the sudden outburst. "Yeah?"

"You want to maybe... go out.. with.. me?"

I looked at his hopeful eyes and his soft smile. How can a pair of lips curl so perfectly? I took a step closer to him, and then another. My eyes shifted from his eyes to his mouth. He pulled me close and he lips gently pressed against mine. I couldn't explain my emotions. Sadly enough, he was my first kiss. And I'm happy that he was. His hand was gently placed on my back above my bottom, and my hands were at his waist. My heart was beating in my chest and my stomach seemed to flutter. The whole day seemed to have washed away in an instant. I didn't know where I was, when my mother was coming home, and how the day's events led to this moment. All I knew was I'm with the guy of my dreams and we're kissing. I could almost feel his heart beating along with mine. It was utterly amazing. 

We broke apart; unfortunately. I couldn't hold back my smile and I looked to the floor. His hands released my back and my hands released his waist. I looked up at him and he seemed to have a hard time holding back his smile too. 

"I should ummm... Probably go. It's getting pretty late. I'll see you at school?"

That's it? I'll see you at school? Does this mean we're together? I'm pretty sure I said yes by that amazing kiss. 

"Yeah I'll see you then," I said with a smile.

He winked at me and left.

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"Don't you love me anymore daddy?"

"Of course I do Em, why would you say that?" I looked down at my headstone, then at his, then at mom's.

"I just don't want him to get to you first. You'll go happy if you listen to me" said my father holding up a syringe. 

"But who wants me to go away? Have I been bad daddy?"

"Not at all sweetie. You've been an angel."

"Then why do I have to go?"

"Because he just doesn't understand us Emma. He doesn't like what we do. He'll hurt you Emma, and I don't want him to. Just stand still Emma, you'll soon join mommy."

"Who is he daddy?"

Daddy put his finger to his lips. He stuck the syringe in my arm and I winced in pain. His hands were ice and his face was expressionless. Soon, daddy's face slowly began to fade. 

Hazier...

And Hazier....

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

"Fuck shit!!!!" I slammed my alarm clock to the floor. Why was that piece of shit on anyway!! It's Sunday!! I heard sheets rustle beside me. I looked beside me and found a striking young male curled up in my comforter.