A Tell-Tale Love

Prologue

I can't say how I really ended up in this situation, nor can I explain what I am feeling about these astounding turn of events, but I can tell you how it all happened. How I, Xavier Bardot, turned into the very thing that I loathed. How I followed in the footsteps of my psychotic, demented, homicidal father Richard Bardot, or as most know him The Confessor.

It all started the night I found my father and the old man, dead as stone on the floor. There was a loud shriek before a soft thud was heard from the room. I thought nothing of it, I knew my father and this wasn't the first time. He'd later do what he always did, dismember the corpse, and get rid of the body. He was always careful to leave no evidence behind for he was a paranoid man. But tonight was different. He dismembered the corpse, but he didn't get rid of it. Late that night I walked past his room door and he was on his knees, floorboards removed. I was curious, why was my father putting the corpse under the floorboards?

So I asked him, "Father if you don't mind me asking, why are you putting the corpse in the floor?" his reply had me chilled to the bone.

"My dear son, there's no need to worry. I only do this to the ones I hold most dear to me. To the ones that have shown me a new side. To the ones that I can't let go of. Now off to bed for there is a long day that awaits you when you wake."

As I left the room, his smile was emotionless yet filled with a untamed sense of exhilaration. I was concerned for him, but yet again I thought nothing of it. My father always was an eerie man. Thinking of what might await me in the morning I went to sleep, but not even an hour or two past before I was once again awoken in the dead of the night by a knock on the door. The police had came on account of the neighbors complaining about a loud noise. I stayed in the shadows as my father let the officers into the house. I wanted to see what was happening.

My father led them throughout the house and stopped in the room that once belonged to the old man. I took note of how he showed them every nook and cranny of that room. I would think that he'd try to avoid it at all cost, but he seemed so calm. Even I thought nothing had ever happened, but I knew that right under their feet lay the corpse of the old man. My father was so confident, he brought in chairs and talked with them. Still I stayed in the shadows, watching and waiting. Something was going to happen. I didn't know what but I could feel it, beating... like a heartbeat?

I was feeling a heartbeat.

I looked past the officers into the room and saw my father. He was slowly growing pale. He felt it to, his voice slowly began to rise, but the officers didn't notice....but I did.

He was gasping, talking more quickly and he started to move in his chair. Bouncing up out of it he paced the room, voice loud like he was arguing with himself, but yet the officers didn't notice.

I did.

He raked his chair up against the floorboards like a mad man running away from something that he couldn't escape. He began to swear and foam formed at the corners of his lips. He was far gone. I thought I should step in, but before the thought even processed he shrieked.

"Villain! Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks!" he shrieked clawing at his ears and pointed, "Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!" with a final cry of pain and defeat, my father fell to his knees and began to pull up the floorboards. The stench of fresh decay instantly filled the air. Heavy breathing and the shocked silence of the officers was all that could be heard from that room. That night my father was arrested. That same night I ran away.

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It was a cold and dark the night I ran away. The only sounds that could be heard were the fading sounds of the police sirens that now surrounded my house. I didn't know where I wanted to go, but I had an idea. A very risky idea. An idea that could possibly ruin me more and I wanted it too.

Twenty minutes later, I was at the front steps of Samuel Ry's house. He was someone who I used to care for a lot. We had been friends since we were 5 and now at the age of 17, we had grown apart. I always looked up to him even through his size required me to look down most of the time, but size never mattered to him, nothing ever did.

He wouldn't let anything or anyone get in the way of his happiness, that was what pushed us apart. I was getting in his way and he couldn't keep me around, but I didn't want to go. I wanted to be right here with him and him with me like how it was supposed to be. Nothing would keep us apart now and I'd be sure of that.

A whirlwind of emotions hit me as I stood contemplating on whether to knock on his door or go in from the window. It was late and his parents and him were most likely asleep. This would indeed be a rude awakening, so I went for the later.

Stepping up to the window, I gently tugged it up hoping that the lock wasn't attached. With a sigh of relief, I slid the window up with little to no effort. Placing my feet inside, I climbed through the window and made my way up to Samuel's room. As expected the door was open, just enough for me to see him fast asleep in his bed. The sight of him gave me such a rush. I was excited and nervous. It'd been such a long time since I've seen his face in such a state of sirene peace. He was indeed a beautiful creature to behold.

I couldn't stop watching him. I wanted to go in and wake him up, but the sight of him was more than enough. A sense of deja vu hit me like a hammer. My father used to do this to the old man. I remember waking up countless times to see my father slowly opening the door and just stand there, sometimes even for hours and hours on. I knew this wasn't right. If Samuel were to see me he'd call me a creepy perv, but it couldn't be me....it was him.

He was doing this to me. He made me run away. He made me think of him. He made me want him. He made me like this.

Red. I was seeing red. Nothing mattered anymore. I had to have him. I have to make him mine. With no further hesitations I stepped into the room, closing the door as softly as I could. Turing the lock I gazed upon my prey.

"You will be mine Samuel Ry. I will make you regret what you've done to me. I'll make you see the errors of your ways. Samuel I'll kill you."

I left that night leaving only a message to him so he'd know what was to come. I wanted a chase and he will give me just that.