When my mom died I made a promise to not let my dad fall in love with anyone else in the world; scared this new person might break my father's fragile heart. Sooner than later I discovered my dad wasn't fragile at all: he stopped wearing black after a week of mourning and brought home a woman three days after that. Her name was Jessica and she was nineteen years old which made her ten years older than me. Apart from screaming my dad's name every night stealing the sleep out of me, she was also his student.
For the first two weeks, Jessica was kind to me although always looked at me with pity in her eyes. The first day of the third week she was at the house, I came back home from school and there were no pictures of my mother anymore. I didn't know how to feel about it, I was only nine and very confused by the absence of my mother.
As a consequence of my loss, I isolated myself and lost all my friends; changed schools every three years but kept my grades up. At the age of twenty, I published my first book which I based on the first half of my life, it was my therapy since my dad always refused to take me to see a therapist even though I was depressed, had recurring anxiety attacks and tried to kill myself when I turned sixteen. I don't know what type of signs you need to take your daughter to see a shrink but those weren't the right ones for dad.
Jessica and my dad got married after she graduated from college. We moved from New Mexico to Miami thanks to a great job opportunity my dad found and my stepmom was able to pursue her modeling dream. I was alone at home most days but every Saturday, Jessica had lunch with her close model friends at the house.
I never refused to help. But there was this one time my dad was at a conference on the other side of the country.
"So why did you marry him?" One of the girls asked, "you could have anyone in the world but chose him."
"Look at this house, look at my ring," Jessica replied chuckling "he is so crazy about me he killed his wife," she told and everyone laughed.
It felt like when I seven and my parents took me to Disneyland, we rode the Ferris wheel and I got so dizzy I couldn't hear anything; not even my mom screaming for someone to stop the ride. At that moment I felt exactly the same. My vision was blurry from all the anger building up inside me and all the thoughts flashing through my mind. I was able to make it to my bedroom before I passed out.
My mom died in a gruesome car accident so ghastly the casket wasn't open at the funeral and the other guy just had a concussion and two broken bones.
My book has been an international success, over ten million copies sold across the world and I've been considered the best author of the decade just by writing a diary and passing it as fiction. The book starts with the death of my mother and ends with a double murder which my main character commits after years and years of patient planning.
"Why are you doing this to us?!" Jessica sobbed as I punctured my father's skull with two hunting knives; one coming from the right and the other from the left. It was hard but not as I expected.
"Shut up, Jessica," I said taking my jacket off "you didn't even love him; you've been cheating on him for five years."
Jessica looked down and kept on sobbing in silence until I stabbed her right thigh with a third hunting knife; a piercing scream left her mouth "Please!"
"I know my father paid for your brother's law school just for the small favor of getting rid of my mother". I leaned on the marble island and watched as she squirmed in pain, burning her wrists as she tried to escape the ropes "You had to brag about it to your friends," How stupid do you have to be?
For the next ten minutes, I watched blood drip down her leg, creating a significant crimson puddle around her right foot "Okay, that's it," I cleared my throat ripping my white shirt; Jessica's eyes met mine and she seemed tired, ready to pass out.
"Let me go and I won't tell a soul," she whispered.
"I've had a bad decade, Jessica," my right hand withdrew the knife from her flesh "I'm not in the mood for your dumb-blonde jokes," I fisted her hair with my left hand and pierced her throat in diagonal; if you looked inside her mouth you could see the blade. She gagged on her own blood which I enjoyed watching.
It took me about ten minutes to stage the attempt of my murder; I stabbed just the right places to make a mess but be able to limp out to the pool and scream out: "HELP ME! PLEASE!" my mouth tasted like blood, should've drunk some water before this.
The police arrived within five minutes to find me by the pool, lying on the floor with tears running down the sides of my face and when I heard them come through the door I started sobbing loudly, crying for the lives of the two most impactful people in my life.
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Hi babes. I know lockdown, isolating and social-distancing are hard on everyone. I'm a person who does not leave the house much unless is necessary because I love my home with my dogs and fam but it's still hard. We can get through this if the world comes as one; remember there are seven billion people in the world. I'm publishing these not only because I'm proud of them and want to share but because I can't update my current stories every day so I hope this transports you to another world for at least 2, 3 or five minutes.
