Lori Born Evil

Seventeen: Daddy's little girl

Age eleven:

We agree to meet the next day at my house. At night.

 I go into Papa’s closet when he’s at work. His bags are packed. He is planning to leave… but he will not get that far.

I take his bags, while Mama is cooking I put them in the woods where the ‘graves’ were. But there really is a grave. I dug it myself. For Papa.

I burry his things deep in the ground. It smells like rotting, probably because of Abby.

I go home and eat lunch happily. Mama is acting strange. She is sad. She doesn’t want to play with Grace. I think she knows Papa is leaving soon. No… I know she knows.

Mama goes to bed early that night. It is because I put crushed sleeping pills in her wine. Grace is in her room. Trying to sleep even though it’s seven.

Papa will be home at eight! I sit on the stoop waiting for Jeremy. He’s late. But he gets here on his bike.

I’m not happy he brought his bike.

He looks sick, nauseous, and nervous. I tell him to wait behind the house.

I turn off all the lights in the house. I wait inside. Sitting on the couch; Papa’s tie in my hand in my hands. And a hammer next to me

 I hear Papa’s car come! My blood is rushing through my whole body, just like when I killed Abby. It’s such a wonderful feeling!

I would rather have a knife, but that would leave too much of a mess. Too much evidence.

I hear the keys enter the door knob and the door creaks open. Papa sighs; unaware of his fate. He shuts the door and turns toward the living room, putting his keys on the table. He runs his hands on the wall, trying to find the light switch.

The lights flicker on. The first thing he sees is me in front of him smiling. I swiftly smack the hammer onto Papa’s ankle, making a bone crunching sound. He yells in pain and falls to the ground. Breathing heavily.

I know Mama won’t wake up with the amount of sleeping pills I gave her.

…Lori…” he groans.

 That terror in his eyes, it’s the same terror I’ve always wanted to see since I was very small.

The look of terror knowing his little girl, his little princess, was going to kill him.