Oblivious Disillusion

“please- stop..” my wife said drowsily. The sedatives I had slipped her earlier now beginning to take effect. “It's not what you think” I said as I picked up my night ranger military hunting knife.

Unfortunately for her though, it was exactly what she thought; and thanks to me it was probably the last thought she had. I worked quickly to cut her throat and tuck her into bed. I kissed her still-warm-lips swiftly and crossed the room to the doorway. I looked back at the bed we had shared for nearly ten years. I stopped where I was and reminded myself to be quiet because my children were still asleep downstairs. I carefully closed the door and left my newly deceased wife to her lonesome. I headed down the old wooden stairs to my eldest daughters room.

I opened the door gently and peered inside. She was sound asleep with teddy bear in hand. My sweet girl Anna. Her 6th birthday had only been a few weeks ago. Too bad I couldn't let her see her 7th birthday. I had no remorse however. Greater good and what-not. I went to the table in the hallway a few feet away and grabbed the duct tape that I had been saving for exactly this occasion. I tiptoed back to Anna's room and over to her bedside. I put my hand on her shoulder. Her sleepy and questioning eyes fluttered open. “you know how much daddy loves you right sweety?” I whispered to her softly. Terror replaced the inquiry in her stare. “of course...” I said to myself, frustrated at her for her fear. Many nights I had come to her room to show her how much I loved her. She was afraid that tonight was one of those nights. She always told me to stop and that I was hurting her. But I never stopped. However this night was going to be different. I took her hands and wrapped the duct tape snugly around them and around her feet as well. I placed a strip of silver tape across her face to cover her mouth. I placed my hand firmly against the tape to make sure it was snug and air tight. Her eyes were wide with fear and her small heart pounded. We had never played our secret game like this before, and she knew it was different. I used my left hand to stroke her silky blonde hair as my right hand cut off her pajama shorts with my knife. I watched her eyes glaze over as I gutted her from the inside. The acrid smell of her blood filled the room and a smile filled my face. I kissed her duct taped mouth for the last time, tucked her into her blood stained bed, and left the room.

I went to my younger daughters room and quickly filled a suitcase with some clothes and other belongings for her. She woke up as I bent down and picked her up out of her bed. “where are we going daddy?” she said still groggy. “we're going on vacation darling.” I said with my cheeriest voice. “okay daddy.” she said with no further questions. Her eyes closed and she returned to her slumber. I carried her to the car I'd rented and filled with as much gas as the tank could hold. I buckled my sleeping Angel into her car seat. I put our few belongings into the trunk and then I got into the drivers side of the car and just drove.