Our Bloody Girls (Sequel to The Killer's Girl)

Chapter 8- Misunderstandings

Opal's P.O.V.

The past few months had been... Odd. After Jazz and I had our sixth birthday, Mom began to act weird. She vomited three days after our birthday. This vomiting continued for two months. Daddy said it wasn't food poisoning, and she didn't have a stomach bug. She also had back pains, really bad ones.

She was grouchy, and yelled a lot. When she was frustrated, she'd go scream at herself in a mirror so that she didn't yell at one of us. Was there something wrong with her? Was she... Dying? I thought she had immortality. She couldn't be dying. This had to be a mistake of some sort.

One night, I went up to Daddy and sat on his lap, pushing my face into his chest. "When's Mama gonna love us again?" I asked. "Honey, your Mama loves you very much. She's just going through some tough things right now. We don't know what it is, but everything's gonna be alright. I promise." I fell asleep on his lap. He later moved me to my bed.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, I saw Jazz in clothing, like she was about to go somewhere. "Jazz where are you going?" I asked, drowsily. "Well, Opal, I've been reading a few books, and I think I've figured out what's been wrong with mom. Lately, at the library, I would get books on the human female anatomy. It allowed me to study and learn. All of the other students would give me weird looks, but I didn't care. I used the dictionary to help me with big words, and I have now read every female anatomy book on women in our library." Jazz was so smart, it was crazy.

"Okay? I still don't know where you're going." I yawned. "Oh. The store. I need to check something out." I nodded. "If mom or dad come in here, cover for me. Tell them something, anything. Uncle Masky agreed to take me." I nodded. "Alright. I'll keep your secret." She gave me a thumbs up before climbing out our bedroom window. I went back to sleep.

Later, I felt something shaking me fast. "Opal! Opal! Get up, baby girl!" My dad was shaking me. "Ope, where's your sister?" he asked. "She isn't in the bathroom, the kitchen, or the living room."

Alright, I had to think. "Uh..." What could I say? "She went with Uncle Masky to his house. He said he had a big surprise for her." My dad's jaw dropped. "He told me not to tell you, that it was Jazz and his special secret and that you wouldn't understand." My eyes darted to Jazz's clothes. "And they have to do it naked." I was just saying random things, but it clearly had my dad's attention.

My dad's look went from shocked to furious as he stormed outside, running. I was confused. Why was he mad?

I got up and followed him. "I'm gonna KILL that son of a bitch!" my dad screamed. "Daddy, why are you so mad?" I asked, barely keeping up with him. He ignored me. "Why the hell is he touching my daughter?" he asked.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Jazz holding a small bag with Uncle Masky next to him. My dad ran towards him, his knife out. "Bastard!" my dad screamed. Masky fought back, pushing Jeff into the nearby wall. "The fuck, man?" Jazz stood behind him.

"Opal, I told you to cover for me." snapped Jazz. "I did. It made him angry." I told them all everything, the excuse, Opal leaving, and the possibility of what was wrong with mom.

"I know what's wrong with Mom, too, girls." sighed Dad. "Mom isn't sure, but I am." Jazz slowly walked up to Dad, giving him the bag. "Will this help us?" she asked. Dad nodded. "Yeah. I've been meaning to get this. Thanks sweetie." He kissed her forehead. "You two are in a lot of trouble, but it's late. We'll discuss it in the morning. For now, let's all go to bed.

As we walked, I noticed that the item had dropped out of the bag. I picked it up and read it. "Marie's... Pregnancy Test?!"