Short Stories

No More Touching (Oneshot)

Their blood stained her clothes and the sound of sirens wailed in her ears. She slumped next to her rapists. No one knew what this nine-year-old girl was capable of. It’s all your fault!! That’s what she remembered screaming as she slammed the brick on their heads. They touched her. She didn’t like that kind of touching. She didn’t like what they did to here. It hurt a lot. She was covered in bruises, blood, and semen when they were done. All this hatred has bottled up in a week. A week she spent in their house, every day suffering through the same thing. She was an angry little girl. She swore revenge and now she had it. A sick grin spread over her face.

“Police!” the men screamed as the broke down her door and rushed in, searching for any victims. They stopped in the living room.

“I found them!” one of the officers shouted to the others. He squatted down checking the parents pulse. He swore, finding that they weren’t alive anymore. He grabbed her shoulder and she bit him instinctively. He swore again and he saw the crazed look in her eye. She grinned and giggled. She sat up to face him fully. His eyes widened at the blood on her shirt.

“I did it! I finally did it mister!” she cheered.

“Did what?” he asked. She pointed to the bloody mess in front of her. The other officers had gathered around. “You killed your parents?”

“They weren’t my parents!” she screamed at him.

“What?” he asked. Then she screamed as loud as she could. He winced.

“Stop it! Please stop it! Don’t do that, please!” she shouted, repeating the things she screamed the first day they raped her. “Don’t touch me!” She grinned at the officers. “They can’t ever touch me now.”

“Where did they touch you?” he asked. She pointed between her legs and into her mouth.

“Smash! Smash! Smash!!” she shouted while motioning what she did to them. “Smash! Smash! Smash! No more touching!” she giggled. “No more touching!”