How To Make A Killer

punishment

"Please no. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I won't do it again, I swear. I didn't mean it." I pleaded with my father as he continued hitting me all over with his belt. With each lash my sobs grew stronger and stronger. I was so weak and helpless.

"Next time maybe you won't steal food without asking." He said, sending shivers down my spine. "I . . . I was just so hungry daddy." I whispered through my clenched teeth as I tried to fight through the pain. "If I wanted you to eat I would have fed you", he said with annoyance in his husky voice. "But you never feed me." "So you think talking back is okay all of a sudden? Huh? Answer me damnit."

I tried my best to reply but with each strike he was hitting me harder and harder. "N-no" I finally manage to stutter. "Apparently my punishment isn't very affective. Maybe I should try something different." With that he stormed out of my room, leaving me curled up in the corner of my crappy mattress. After a few moments he walked back in the room with a certain look in his eyes that I knew all too well. . .

"No!" I screamed, jolting out of my sleep. I quickly scanned the room, and sighed in relief when I realized, it was just another dream. I find myself having these dreams often. Each dream is another painful memory that I wish to forget. It's funny how people no longer in your life can continue to have such an overpowering effect on you.

I also find myself feeling guilty for leaving quite often, but then I remember what he did to me, and any remorse I had before vanishes. I was just an unnecessary weight on his shoulders. It's not like he ever really wanted me, he just wanted the government assistance that came with having me. After my heartbeat finally went back to normal I slid out from under my covers, and went to the bathroom. I opened the cabinet above the sink, and was relieved to see I still had some hydrocodone left. I twisted the cap off and dumped the last few left in my palm. Without hesitation I chucked them in my mouth and grabbed the half empty beer sitting on the closed lid of my toilet. Taking a swig of my drink I glared at the blonde headed ditsy lying in my bathtub, and made a mental note to pick up another bottle of bleach later on. After all, I wouldn't want any blood stains left.

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-Mary Rose