ROCKER CHICK

Untitled Part 1

Chapter 1~~ I never want children~~ 

I won’t ever forget the day I decided I was never going to have children. I made the decision at an early age. It was the day I learnt children was the spawn of Satan I was thirteen. My dad was dating this new chick she had a little boy four years old he had red hair with fair skin. It was on a Monday when my dad and Wendi wanted to go out so the old man bribed me into watching Wendi’s little demon. The bribe was for a new set of strings for my electric guitar. The old man held up his end of the bargain he bought me the strings. The only problem was by the time he did it I know longer needed them. Because I was guitarless the reason I no longer had a guitar you may be asking yourself. Well see the minute my dad and Wendi left to go on their date the little toad with horns begin screaming every two seconds for something to drink or complaining he was hungry. In between all that he was throwing fits wanting his mother to come back home. When I reached the point I could no longer cope with him I decided to take a bathroom break. My one mistake was leaving my electric guitar leaning against the wall besides the couch. To be honest with you upon closer consideration at a later date I decided it would have been a much better choice if I had just locked the little devil outside. Who knows maybe his demon dad might’ve shown up and taken him back to hell, I mean its possible right?

When I come out of the bathroom about thirty minutes later, yea I know you are wondering what took me so long in there. I was hiding from demon boy that’s what. I see a small smirk on his round face when he sees me. I sit down on the couch next to him without speaking. He was making me nervous. Why was he staring at me like that? And why did he have that horrible little smirk on his face? Why wasn’t he throwing a fit about something? That is all he had been doing since his mom and my dad left after all. When I’m nervous I always grab my guitar to play, it helps me calm down. Only when I reached out to get it my hand come back empty. I remember the way my eyes went wide as his smile grew by ten million watts I swear to you his eyes went red for a second. I jumped to my feet searching for my old but fateful baby. But there was no sign of her. I started panicking preparing myself for a full blown attack when I hear him laughing. Yea you’re beginning to understand how dangerous a little redheaded demon is can be....huh?

With a growl in my voice I headed towards him “Where is it?” I demanded. He must have read the murderous expression on my face because his eyes went wide the smirk left his face and his small frame started taking giant steps backwards while he held his hands out in front of himself “Just calm down bitch I’ll get it for you” the redheaded demon screams. His small body turned away from me as he took off running down the hallway with me right on his hills. Each step led us closer to the guest bathroom. When he stopped at the guest bathroom door my heart dropped something told me I didn’t want to see what was behind that door. “I was trying to be nice to you bitch that stupid thing is dirty.” The redheaded demon snarls as he opens the door to the bathroom. My heart hit my feet my breathing became erratic I knew without doubt I was going to have to send demon boy back to hell. He was too dangerous to be left to roam free here on earth so he could torment us real humans.

Of course his mother and my dad stepped through the kitchen door before I could finish the little bugger off. His mother began screaming bloody murder when she saw what she referred to as her baby tied to one of the kitchen chairs a sock stuffed in his mouth with me standing over him with a mop bucket filled with water. My poor electric guitar’s body was lying lifelessly across the kitchen table dead, from where demon boy had put her in a bathtub full of water. All hell broke loose in my house that night. Needless to say Wendi left my dad and he was pissed at me. It’s a possibility he might have considered sending me to the ground for a minute or two that night but thought better of it and took pity on me due to my guitar. He understood my heart was crushed however that didn’t stop him from preaching at me the rest of the night. According to him “murder is never the answer.” I never was able to convince my dad it wasn’t murder if it was a demon. Then it was referred to as saving the world and the human race. My god if Dean or Sam Winchester had of been there they would have helped me take the little sucker down. They would have been proud of me not grounded me.

That is the day I realized I never wanted children I would never take the chance of bringing one of those little demons in the world. Now with that said you should be able to comprehend the reasoning behind my “freak the hell out moment” in this next part of my tale of whale.  I am nineteen years old lying in a hospital bed with my feet up in stirrups that I have been pushing from for the last three hours. I was trying to push something the size of a water melon out of my poor little lemon and it hurt like a mother. Seems as pre my luck the shit they give to women that numbs them when they are in labor suffering through torture beyond any man’s imagination “didn’t work on me.” At one point the anesthesiologist overseeing the large amount of valium being given to me intravenously which they felt would help “calm me down” due to the fact I tried to chock a male nurse whom had the gall on his face to inform me “women do this sort of thing every day and I needed to calm down.” Anyway the anesthesiologist leaned over my bed and asked how I was doing. I thought my reply to his question explained how I was doing quite well. My hand latched onto the front of his scrub as I proceeded to tell him to grab ahold of his balls and stretch them over top of his head and would understand exactly I was doing.