My Peace and Serenity (A Jeff The Killer Story)

Chapter 14

"Hey what are you doing?! Stop! Please, I'm sorry! Have mercy!"

"Did you show my mother mercy? Did you show me mercy when you beat me over and over and over again?! DID YOU?!?! No...you didn't. You took everything away from me!!!"

The man crawls away from the woman—his daughter. He had never expected his daughter to retaliate like this. He had controlled and manipulated both her and her mother for so long it just came natural. When he killed his wife he knew that something had changed in the girl.

He saw it happen.

He caught her staring out the window, talking to nobody. He saw her bag ridden eyes and runny mascara as she cried every night. He even witnessed her harming herself.

He thought she was insane.

But he was wrong.

She was a psychopath.

Everything she did—everything she said, was planned. Every helpless and whimpered sentence was meant to make him think she was weak, submissive. But in reality, she was far stronger than he'd ever expected her to be.

This remains to be seen as she towers over her father's lanky body, red handled scissors clutched in her hand, a cut splitting her eyebrow from his poor try at self-defense.

He knew this woman. He watched her grow up. Even though he hated her, regretted her very being born, he knew she was kind and gentle. He knew she wasn't violent. But he knew it was because of her mother's death that she had lost it.

A young sixteen year old with poor health but a caring heart was willing to throw everything away for the chance to make her own father pay for the years of torture he had installed on the family.

He had never expected she'd actually come to kill him.

The blond stepped closer, her fair and beautiful features dulled by the mascara running down her cheeks. She didn't want to kill him; she didn't even want to hurt him. She was kind and shy and had always wanted the best for even the cruelest of people, but she also never wanted to lose her mother. And for that she was ready. She was willing to overlook her niceness just so the bastard could pay for his sins.

The bruises on her cheeks quivered as she began to cry, raising the scissors high above her head and preparing for blood to coat them.

The cut which split her bottom lip opened with her mouth as she mumbled a single word which would define her father's fate from then on.

"Die..."

...

I jolted awake, cold sweat covering my body as my fist clutched the covers. The peaceful lull of sleep has left me and I'm left shaking on the covers.

I look out the window, the sun already in the sky, but it's dulled. Storm clouds cover the sky, making it a darkened twilight.

I gain my composure and look at the clock since the sun is so covered:

11:45am

I groan at the time. I had forgotten to text Amy about today, but getting out of the house sounds like a good idea at the moment. Bethany and I still aren't on good terms, so I'm more than willing to spend a Saturday away from home.

I get out of bed and dress for the day, splashing on a little makeup to draw away from my bag ridden eyes. Even when I take my sleeping meds and get plenty of rest, I still feel tired and out of it.