What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Afraid of the Dark

The Surprising Deed of The Man

I was so proud of my girls, they looked good in their outfits I chose for them. I decided to make them breakfast. After I cleaned the room, while the girls were showering, I tossed the bloody rags and their old clothes in a black trashbag. I used a carpet cleaner I found in a closet to clean up the blood stains on the floor. I told the girls to sit down, then went downstairs to make them some food. They behaved so well, they deserve a little nutrition to keep them strong. I look through the kitchen cabinets and find whole wheat bread, and some bacon from the fridge. I get out a frying pan, butter knife, and butter. I take out 4 slices of bacon and place them on the frying pan. They sizzle as I turn on the stove, I pop two pieces of bread in the toaster and push down the levers. I go back to the oven and flip the bacon a few times, making sure it is slightly crispy before placing them on two plates. Two slices of bacon for each girl and a piece of toast. The toast gets done and I slather butter evenly on them. Carrying the plates upstairs, I knudge open the door and announce breakfast is ready.   The girls lift up their heads and I see hope sparkle in their eyes. "Eat up, you guys need your strength," I say cheerfully placing their plates on the desk. "I'll be back later to get the plates and have some more fun, I have some errands to do first," I say walking out of the room and closing the door, pushing the cabinet back in front of it. It was true that I would be back later, but errands was not really what I planned to do. I think it was time that Sarah and Chelsey had a friend added to their group. I walked down the block and saw a girl about the same age as Sarah jogging along the sidewalk. I walked up to her and made some small talk about how it's good she's being fit and running then I put my rag over her mouth and she collapsed into my arms, unconscientious. This girl is perfect for my Chelsey and Sarah, I think as I begin dragging her back to the house. She was heavy, even though she was skinny as a rail. I would say that she was at least 130 pounds. 30 minutes later I was dragging the girl up the stairs to the front door. I pushed it open and dragged her upstairs to the girl's room. I hope they make her feel at home, I think as I push the door open.