Makeshift Chemistry

Prologue

~ Age 6~

" Daddy, like this?" My little hands wrapped around the end of my butcher knife tightly.

" Yes Venus, now slit its throat!" My daddy's angry voice was coated in a thick Russian accent. He was more like my teacher than a father ,but he was all I had since mother died. Daddy never told me how she died. Just one day she was gone.

I gripped the end of the knife tightly then quickly slit a cut in the chicken's neck, pulling back and beheaded the clucking animal. Its last clucks were loud and heart wrenching as if it was begging for mercy. With the head of the chicken in my hand, I turned to daddy.

" Daddy ,I did it!" I screamed in joy. I love to see daddy proud. Just the glow of approval in his eye made me feel oh so loved. I didn't see it this time. Instead the body of the chicken was swiped from under my feet causing me to fall on my behind.

" DADDY NO! NO! NO! DADDY!" I pleaded and pleaded but it did no good. Again and again, the bloody headless body of the chicken collided with mine over and over. Each swing sent a wave of pain through my body. Every swing struck a new body part; my face, chest, stomach , hips, thighs, legs, everywhere.. I screamed for him to stop his child and poultry abuse but deep in my heart I knew he would not stop it. He never stopped.

The blood of the chicken sprayed all over me, gushing onto my battered body. It had bust from the force of the blows. The taste of chicken blood filled my screaming mouth. I tried not to inhale it but it was too much! The blows seemed to be everywhere. I couldn't block any of the hits because as soon as I covered one body part, he would be hitting the other. I couldn't even look because I had closed my eyes in what was fear at first, but now terrible pain. All I could see was darkness and a few colored spots behind my lids. I wanted to open them, but even a little girl knows how high of a risk blindness is in these types of situations.

I inhaled the blood.

" Daddy... Please!" I coughed and spat out the chicken's blood.

With the last hit from the chicken, a hit to the mouth, my own blood filled my mouth. Tears began to fill my eyes. I quickly wiped them away knowing that daddy wouldn't want to see me cry. Daddy hated crying. He said it was worth killing a person if it meant to shut them the hell up.

That's how little the reason can be in order for daddy to kill.

But it was too late, he had saw. I watched on my skinny dirty knees as he ripped the beak off the chicken and slashed my shoulder. The beak dug into my young and battered flesh, cutting deep. Never once did I think to run away from the ongoing assault. I knew deep down in my heart that if I did it would only make it worst. Making it worst would get me killed. Daddy hated chasing his prey. So I screamed with all the air in my lungs as pain spread through my shoulder, but not once did I shed a tear.

" Shut the hell up!" Daddy screamed at me as his giant hand slammed into my tiny cheek sending me on my side. My head slammed against the pavement with a huge thud. My vision exploded in a fit of colors and blurs as my eyes went unfocused. All I could see clearly was blood and my daddy.

" Show no mercy! You did not do it. Try again!" He screamed louder as he kicked me in the stomach before grabbing my wounded arm and yanking me up.

Dizzily, I grabbed the knife enclosing the handle with my tiny digits. My fingers didn't even wrap around the handle fully as I limped to the chicken coop. I snatched another chicken and lodged it between my tiny foot and the ground.

"Chicken make daddy very angry with Venus. Venus no like daddy mad. He hurts Venus."

I began to chant in my head. As I begin to feel the hate boil inside me. Pure young hatred filled me quickly as I stared at the chicken's neck. The chicken continued to cluck and cluck, louder and louder. It rang in my ears and as the hate boiled in my veins for the animal who caused me all this pain.

The hate hurt more than all the cuts and bruises that covered my body. I like to say there was more hate than blood oozing out of me and dripping onto the ground. My hands began to shake as I chanted more,

" HE HURTS VENUS. CHICKEN MAKE DADDY ANGRY WITH VENUS. HE HURTS VENUS."

He being the chicken.

" HURRY UP BEFORE YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S HEADLESS!!" Daddy screams impatiently.

I look into Daddy's crystal blue eyes then into the chicken's black ones.

He hurt venus.

Swifty, I slit its neck causing blood to squirt everywhere- on me and father. The slit only went half way. Instead of finishing the job with the knife, I roughly twisted the neck in a complete circle before stomping the skull to pieces with my tiny foot and beheading the chicken with my own two hands. I threw the head at daddy's shoes.

I looked up at daddy's face as the hate began to boil down into a simmer.

Now Venus hurt him.

" Now that's the one we're eating tonight!" He patted me on the head and gave me that proud look I loved and cherished before wiping my blood off his hands onto his dirty jeans. A smile played on my lips I followed daddy into the house. So this is what makes daddy happy.