It was a very uncomfortable feeling of sleep even though I slept like a rock. I was only awoken up by my own unsettled mind wandering for something of the unknown felt like I was being watched. But of course, I'm not going to really remember anything that happened the night before when I first wake up.
But the sky out side told me a different story when I glanced out the window, it was like as if day light never occurred. It was one of those various sleeps that you get and wake up confused and ask "Who's president, what year is this?" Glancing over at my phone it read Saturday 11:30 pm. I must have slept the whole night through the next day.
Great, that can only mean my internal clock is all ass backwards, laying back on my pillow I groan from the feeling in my stomach. "Food" I sighed, it felt like it was gonna cave in if I didn't eat anything quick.
Rolling off my bed on to the floor I look around and it starts coming to my mind what had happened. All the pain all the misery, that weird offer was clouding my rational thinking and made me feel everything at once. The feeling of hunger disappeared as I felt consumed by rage and drunk off of life.
Quickly getting up and pacing back and fourth I still need to eat even if I'm not hungry anymore, I need the energy. Pushing the towel I used to hide the light from underneath the door, I opened the door slightly looking around and listening to and for any sound in the house, nothing. I oped the door all the way and quietly closing it. Is any one even really home hmm, I crept towards my dad's room. I put an ear up to the door and listened, again nothing, but just to be sure I open the door to see if any one at all was there.
Nope, good. I moved around the house freely and made my way towards the fridge.
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After eating I felt more calm and can think more clearly. Have you ever heard of a product called Nair? well I think you can see where this is going. I grabbed a bottle of Nair and proceeded up stairs to my 'parents' bathroom. First in my plan I'm gonna get that bitch right where she deserves it, her precious thousand dollar hair. Evil I know, but I might as well have some fun before I kill them.
Emptying her expensive bottle of shampoo half way I replaced it with Nair and shook the bottle. Before long the smell of Nair was covered by the smell of the shampoo. Now seeing I'm going to have to disappear for a while I'm gonna need a little cash.
My father in a way was like Mr.Krabs, putting his money in a mattress, because he didn't trust banks. But he wasn't a crab and didn't put it in a mattress, he hid it some where in his closet. After moving things carefully I found the materialistic's golden ticket, his shoe box, it was stuffed with cash. Well now he wont be needing this for a while. But underneath the money was a picture of my mother.
She was stunning as a teenager before I came in and ruined her life. I swear I can almost see a halo above her beautiful head. I took a big sigh and proceeded to put things back to where they were. Seeing the time was already 1:30 AM. I put everything back the way it was.
Usually my father comes home around this time, and knowing what they always do when they get home they are drunk and they bump uglies when they get the first chance at home. Also knowing Marissa likes to take a shower after all that sweat and god knows what else. I scurried to my room.
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The house was dead silent as I awaited for them to come home, but I almost for got to come up with a master plan after they are done. The drunkenly approach the door slamming it shut so any one in the whole house can hear. Again I block the door with a towel to hide the light from underneath. I continue to pack some of my things. Clothing, money, my weapons, and my clarinet. I never really like anything so much, of all the useless things he bought me I valued my clarinet the most.
They didn't call me snake charmer for nothing in marching band, but that would've been played with a different instrument. I got close to the door to hear them shuffle up the stairs panting from their lustful desires from each other, almost about time. I grab my phone and stuff my ear phones into my ear so I do not have to hear their screams of pleasure. Nodding off because its dark and my mind presumes I need more sleep.
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I was awoken by a loud scream, no doubt Marissa. I pulled my ear phones out and put my phone in my bag. Scampering up to the door I could hear her wails and her sobs repeatedly saying "My hair, my hair, my hair" I couldn't control my laughter, I burst out and tears roll down my face.
But oh so childishly the crying stopped when I hear a small"What the fuck" and running. The steps get louder as the approach my door and there I am on the floor looking up in shock. Marissa with chunks of hair missing and plans to kill me. She has scissors at me and screams at me with bellows of what I did not expect to hear from her come out.
She charges at me with full strength and tried to stab at me, I quickly dodge pulling out a gun from my bag making her stop and realize she was being held at gun point. I put a finger to my mouth, motioning for her not to make another sound. I listen for my father who I was unaware of his presence. I took the scissors from her hand and place them in my back pocket. Then I lead Marissa down stairs and put her in a chair. Yet enough I duct tape her to the chair and put the final tape over her mouth."Be still, it'll be over quickly" I smiled at her.
I could hear her move underneath. I quickly pulled out the scissors and snipped a piece of her golden hair and dangled it in front of her." Now if you stay quiet you'll get to keep your pretty hair and face" I gave her a warning as I trailed my fingers around her bruises from our last session. She nodded as I turned to go back to my fathers room. Jesus he is knocked out cold.
I managed to pull him off the bed and carry him to Marissa who was still staying put. Getting another chair and doing the same to him. I glanced at both of them taking a final look at them. It kind of suited them to be together like that. I could hear Marissa's soft cries and chuckled. I took the scissors and began chopping at her hair, she screamed from under her tape" I know I said I would, but seeing as you wont need it, what would be the point." I laughed
All her screaming woke up my father...
