My Daddy the Serial Killer

Chapter 12- I Will Always Be There To Protect You

I walked into my bedroom and locked the door behind me. I must me totally and completely mad.  That’s right mad. There is no possible way that I can drive all the way to Phoenix, take down a grown man, and live to tell the story. Not to mention I have a bubbly bundle of bubbles inside me!

My hormones must’ve got to me. They’re the reason why I’m having this baby anyway….

A moment after I started ranting about myself I burst into warm tears. It’s only been a week since Tess died.

No, it’s only been a week since my sister was murdered.

I sat on my bed and continued to mourn; the thing that is way overdue.

I’ve been rude to her, called her a bitch, and even said straight to her face that she annoyed the hell out me sometimes. To sum it up, I took her for granted. Hell, I don’t even know why she stayed friends with me.

I cried and moaned for my best friend to come back and be with me. I haven’t cried like this since daddy died…..

NO!

No more! What else is there for him to take from me! As insane as it is I will find this bastard and I will kill him!

Oh God, they’ll probably never find Jonah! So it’s up to me now. I doubt they’ll kill him, he’s bait. Plus he deserves to know about his baby. Our baby.

As I said before, I don’t have a thirst for blood. Only revenge.

Daddy left the ultimate murder tools just begging to be of use. My mother was at work and I don’t give a shit about homework.

I walked in her room and opened the closet door. Just as it was, almost 3 years ago, sat the wooden chest with the thick leather strap. The lock looked the same; big, metal, and slightly rusty.

Only one thing was different from three years ago. It’s locked.

Aw Fuck.

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I sat in my third hour trying to use my ultra-mind power to spontaneously combust my text book. Since when will “Different Forms of Fallacy” ever help me in life?

I felt several eyes on me to I turned to the left. A few students looked away.

I looked to my right. A few more students resumed their assignment. I began to feel heated. It wasn’t until I heard Jessica “Blow-J” Betters whispered, “No wonder Jonah’s missing, who would want her babies? It’ll probably get, like, Down syndrome or something.”

I slowly got out of my chair, walked two desks behind me and punched the little slut in her fake plastic nose.

She screamed in pain as blood gushed from her. Students gathered around the weeping blonde either staring at her in shock, or taking pictures.

“Miss Emmaline Yorks! To the principal’s office! Now!”

When I walked in Principal Bender didn’t look at me, only my stomach.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” I said in angry tone.

He ignored my comment and looked at me.

He sighed and said, “Ms. Yorks this has been a tough year for you, I understand. After what happened to Mr. Lockman and Ms. Lombardi, I know you are under much stress and are in the middle of the grieving process. It was definitely not their time.”

“Jonah’s not dead.” I said gravely.

He pretended not to hear. “Emma this does not give you the permission to break Ms. Betters’ nose.”

“That slut had it coming!” I screamed. I could sense a few office ladies turn and peer through his office window.

“What do you mean?”

I was quiet. I couldn’t possibly repeat what she said to a teacher. It’s this thing called class people, excluding my firey rage just a moment ago.

“She said…. Hurtful things about me…” I almost whispered. I looked down and I could feel the hot tears behind my eyes.

“Emmaline you must tell me so I can give her the appropriate punishment.”

“Umm…” I sniffed and blinked back the tears. “She said ‘No wonder Jonah’s missing, who would want her babies? It’ll probably get, like, Down syndrome or something’”.

With that, I burst into tears. Not hysterical, but quiet, embarrassed tears.

Principal Bender stared at me with sorrowful eyes as he leaned back in his chair. He gave me a moment to gather myself before he spoke again.

“It’s all right Ms. Yorks. Jessica Betters will get the punishment she deserves, and you will be free of charge.” He smiled and dismissed me.

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I thought long and hard on how to execute this plan of mine. Once I find that key to the chest of glory, everything will fall in place.

Then I flashed back 4 years ago.

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“Happy Birthday princess!” gleamed daddy with his 100 watt smile. “My baby is finally a teenager! One rule baby doll, there will be no boys on this new cell phone!”

I jumped from my seat and exclaimed, “No way daddy! You got me a cell phone! You’re the coolest!”

I gave him a big hug and a kiss. All night long Tess and I stayed up and went on MySpace. We giggled till dawn.

“Wakey wakey birthday girl,” whispered my dad. I opened my eyes and smiled at him.

“Daddy my birthday was yesterday,” I giggled.

“Well then I guess you don’t want to know what’s behind my back.”

I screamed softly, trying not to wake up Tess. “What is it Daddy! Is it a new pair of shoes?!” I recently discovered the glory of shoes.

“Ha, no sweetie. Open this when Tess leaves ok? This is a gift between you and me.” He winked and left, shutting the door quietly. I know the drill; whenever he says anything like “between you and me” it’s something about his secret life. I smiled and tucked the small blue box under my pillow.

That night when I was all alone in my room I opened it. First, there was a note. Under that note was a shiny, polished key necklace! I gasped as I dangled it from its string. It was an old fashioned key; like the ones with little rectangles sticking out. On the handle was my initials engraved. I looked at the note and it said:

“Emma this is the key to my heart. If danger ever follows you I will always be there to protect you.”

I kissed it and put it on. It hung elegantly down my budding chest.

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The necklace! At first I thought those were just pretty words, but that necklace is for his chest! This means…. Daddy knew this would happen to him. He knew that he would be in danger and he knew that I needed to protect myself.

 Sweet old daddy, always looking out for his little girl.

I ran to my dresser and pulled open the drawer. There. The blue box was untouched by time. I held the box and slowly lifted the lid. There it was, the shiny silver key lay in its cushion just beckoning towards me.

I wonder why I stopped wearing it… Oh yeah. After he died I was frustrated and grieving, so I put away the key and promised to never look at it ever again. It brought back many fond memories….

I held the necklace by the chain and prepared myself to visit the old trunk again. I sped walked to my mother’s room again and opened the closet door. The trunk was there; the lock appeared to be teasing me as I held the key.

I knelt down and pushed the key into the lock. I wasn’t scared, just the opposite. I turned the key and relief washed over me as I heard the lock turn.

I lifted the top open.