A Serial Heart

Chapter 1

WARNING!
This book may not be suitable for those under 15, if you do however read it, read at you're own discretion.  There is violence  extreme language  and triggering words and phrases.

They were yelling again, mother and father. I could hear them through the thin walls of our house, he was always like this. Yelling at us for no reason. "You stupid bitch!" I heard my father yelling once again at my mother. It's nothing new but this time she was crying, I could barely hear what she was saying between her loud sobs. "You are a asshole, treating me and Lachlan like this! I swear I'm gonna fucking divorce you!" Mother said in a bitter tone between cries, "Do it, then your good for nothing asses will have nothing!" He yelled at her and the more he yelled, the more he made her cry, the more pissed off I got.

I heard the sound of skin hitting skin, my mother had slapped my father, which lead to a series of cuss words from him. I heard a thud against the wall as the picture frame over my bed fell, hitting the carpted floor with a thump. Hearing this, I thought he had retaliated and hit her. I got up off my bed and stormed out of my room only to hear my mother sobbing loudly. I tore down the hall and into the kitchen. What I saw infuriated me, she was against the wall blood trickling down her face which came from her nose. I glanced over a bit to see my father standing over her. He raised his leg back and began to kick her in the stomach, causing her to groan in pain. I dashed towards him shoving him away, he landed on the floor, after realizing what happens he got up and headed for me, fists balled. My mother stepped in between us and told me to go. "I'm not gonna let him hurt you!" I screamed looking at her anger pouring out with the words I spoke. "Lachlan, go please!" My mother pleaded just before my father pulled her hair back causing her to lose her balance and fall to the floor.

"You think you're man enough to go against me you worthless shit?" My father's words only pissed me off more. "I'm man enough. I'll tear you down like Donald Trump's torn down this country, You asshat!" Anger building up inside me. "Then step up boy. Tear me down as you said you would. I'm waiting." his voice taunting me " Lachlan please! I don't want you getting hurt!" My mother pleaded " Shut the fuck up Gwen, Let the boy take his ass beating like a man" At these words I dove after him, throwing him against the wall. Punching him furiously in the stomach.  All he did was groan in pain with each hit. My mother was screaming for me to stop but I kept going.  Harder punch harder. Make him pay for all the shit he's put us through. I thought to my self, punching him harder and harder. "Lachlan please!" Mother shouted before tearing me off of my father.

I stumbled from the force of my mother's pull, I fell backwards into the counter. "You got one hell of a punch boy." My father said in a mocking tone. "Be thankful mom was here you ass-munch."I retorted before getting up to leave to my room. "Running away like you're whore of a mother I see. You and her are just alike. Cowards, worthless cowards."He said getting up. At these words I began to lose it. I started thinking how much I wanted to slit his throat, but instead I walked slowly away.

I went right to my room locking the door, I flopped on my bed and sat there thinking how much I wanted to kill him for hurting her. I layed  down and began to finally feel the stinging on my knuckles from punching him so much, that feeling when my fist hit his skin was so satisfying, Hearing him groan in pain was just as good. These thoughts swirled in my head and I began to smile fiendishly. Next time he touches her I will kill him. No doubt about it, no hesitation just the sweet escape of his death. At this my eyes slowly closed.

I was awaken by a scream that seemingly stopped mid way, as if it had been silenced.  I get up and head towards my mother's room. It was dark in there, and her alarm clock was the only source of light that I was aware of. Even that didn't light up further than the edge of the night stand. Muffled cries came from the room followed by sinister sounding whispers, "Shhh, it's fine. Everything's fine. As long as you do what I say I won't hurt you or the brat you call you're son." I heard someone  whispered, followed by more muffled sobs. I peered in and let my eyes adjust to the extreme  lack of light,  only to see a shadow looming over what I assumed to be my mother. I flipped on the light, blinded for a second, shock and disgust hit my face all at once. The scene I saw was far worse than earlier tonight. To think he'd stoop that fucking low. She sat there, mouth taped and her arms tied together. Him smiling with a sinister grin" Oh goody a audience memeber, Gwen the brats here" His voice shot through me like cold daggers, my eyes wide anger and fear spread  across  my face. My mother looked over tears flowing down her face, followed by muffled screams and her jerking towards me motioning for me to leave. "What will it be boy, stay here and watch or walk away like your pathetic  mother wants you too?" He grinned devilishly. I stood there angry at him, and fearing what he'd do, but I did nothing. I just walked away.

I walked slowly down the hall,  outrage all over my face. I walked past my room right into the garage, where there layed several odds and ends. I grabbed the first thing that I came to then turned around and made my way back. Hearing my mother's muffled screams and hearing him getting satisfaction from what he was doing, was the only thing I focused on. I walked back into my mother's room, gripping the object tightly, I then realized what I had to do. I jerked him away from her threw him against the wall. "You will never touch her or me ever again, you sleeze bucket. I then shoved the object into his neck, watching as the blood glided down his neck into the dark blue shirt he was wearing. He gasped for air, reaching out with his arms as if trying to save him self. I stood there holding him agiasnt the wall watching the life in his eyes vanish as he took his last breath.

This is how it all begin, my first kill. My most satisfying kill. "Why are  you doing this?!" I was brought back to reality by nobody other than  23 year old frat house member, James Goodman. "Well that my dear James is a good question, see you hurt someone  dear to me."I said tilting my head ever so slightly  while looking down at his bound body. "I don't k-know you m-man, I didn't do nothing to n-nobody" His voice full of distress."You see, that's where you're  wrong. You hurt Alyssa, You raped her and you know you did" I spoke sternly pressing my knife to his neck. "Ok, ok. I did but you gotta understand man, I wa- was drunk and I didn't know what I was doing " He began "THAT'S NO EXCUSE!" I  slammed the knife mere inches from his head. "I-Im so-sorry p-pleae d-don't kill me." He begged." A little late  for that don't you think?" I said looking him striaght in the eyes. "I'm s-" was all he managed to get out before I drug my blade swiftly across his jugular, letting the blood drain from his body.