A Girl Named Her

Her Story

“He is such a scum bag!” Becca exclaims when I showed her the picture on Instagram.

“I know! Why would he do that?” I asked her, disgusted.

“You don’t think… is he cheating on you?”

“I hope not… he’s messing with the wrong girl.”

I walk into the kitchen, hoping to run into my dad. Luckily, he is standing at the stove, making something.

“Hey daddy, I have another one we can do,” His face lights up, only because of his curiosity.

“Oh yeah, who?” he says, sounding slightly excited.

“My boyfriend,” the words are hard to say.

“What? What did he do to you? Did he hurt you? I swear I will kill him myself-”

“No. i'm doing it this time. He needs to know not to mess with me, and he will!” I giggle at the thought.

“Okay, sweetheart, but i’ll need time to set it up,”

“Okay, but I want to get it over with. Tomorrow?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe I could throw a party! Pleeeease!” I whimper at him.

“That’s a good idea. Invite all your friends. Were doing this tomorrow!”

“Yay! Thank you daddy!”

“Oh, one more thing,” he pushes past me and trots into his bedroom. “Use these,”

He hands me the bottle of roofies.

“Put two in his beer. Bam! Out like a light,”

“Good idea!”

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“Okay everyone,” I scream over the crowd of people, “Party’s over.”

I hear sighs among the crowd. I don’t care. I’ve still got plenty to do tonight.

After everyone is gone, I scream for my dad. No reply. I walk up the long staircase and find him crouched over Sam.

“What are you doing?”

“Just getting a good look at ‘em before we take care of him,” he chuckles. He still has his black mask on.

“Just pick him up and take him downstairs,”

“Okay, okay,” he picks him up with ease and starts walking out of my room. As he carries him out, he intentionally bangs his head on my door frame. I can’t help but to burst with laughter. He looks back at me and chuckles again. He lugged him down the stairs and down into the musty, old basement. We had built a room for these, events, so it would be easier. Thankfully no one ever came down here except Dad and I.

I pick up the the rusty old chains and apply them to his wrists. The cold chains stun me for a second. He must have felt it too, because he moved slightly when I put them on. Thankfully he didn’t wake up yet.

…

I wake up in a haze. I can’t believe he hit me! He is going to regret everything. I hear something coming from upstairs. A scream? His scream. What happened? Dad better not of did it or so help me god…
I run upstairs not missing a step and find both my dad and Sam on the kitchen floor. Hot oil surrounds them. My dad. His face. All his skin, peeled off. I rush to the bathroom, and empty my stomach onto the checkered floor. When did I eat Olives? I think to myself as I leave the room, not wanting to clean that up.

I’ve got a plan. I’ll call for an ambulance and wait in the hospital with Sam. Then i can kill him while there and make a quick escape out one of the windows. Genius.

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“Whatever Sam. This was bound to happen. I have to let you go. And after what you did to my dad? You deserve this even more than you think. I love you, Sam.”

“I loved you… Kayne.”  

I drag the blade across his neck and wait for the blood to spray. At first it started seeping. Maybe I didn’t go deep enough. I try again. I slip the long, shiny blade back into his throat and and slit once more. This time the blood sprays directly into my face. Dripping down my face, the blood makes its way to the white hospital sheets, staining them forever. I love this feeling, the feeling of being superior.

Time to get away. I make my way over to the window on the left wall. It also is white, until I grabbed it. The red of blood marks it. I reach for the handle to pull the window up. I tug, to no avail. I try harder, but the window won’t open. The footsteps and jingle of keys are penetrating my ears. Crap. within seconds, I see his foot start to enter the room. I throw my knife at him, hoping to hit him. The knife flies through the air and does a couple of spins. It finally reaches the cops’ body, but with the butt of the blade. Damn. The cop sees the blood on the bed and reaches for his gun. I run up and try to stop him.

Bang!