Kill All Men

Chapter One

Men.
That single word, that single gender holds ridiculous amounts of disgust and fear within multiple societies across the globe. Wether it be race or gender. Men are fowl creatures and I, Luna McConahay despise them all.
When I was twelve years old, my family planned my birthday that year. It was wildly out of the ordinary considering my family never endeavored to make my celebration of birth known. When I woke up that day, the sight of my heightened white roof and the aroma of pancakes and bacon filled my scenes. I push my gray silk blanket to the side and climb to the side of my bed. My feet hit the cold ebony wooden floors. I took in a deep breath and exhale slowly, preparing myself for the absolute hell my mother would put me through.
My door swings open abruptly, snapping my attention to who had emerged through. My step father.
"Rise and shine, bed bug." His voice was the only soothing thing in my life at the time. So when he walked in, my day had already gotten significantly better. "Breakfast is downstairs." He says in tempting baby voice. I roll my eyes and let my body fall to the bed. When my back hits the mattress, I let out a heavy sigh.
"I don't really feel like dealing with mothers hatred." He sighs in defeat and places himself next to me. He obnoxiously pokes at my side. I laughed as I sat up and look to him for comfort.
"Perk up kid." He places his hand on my leg and smiles with noting but pure intent. "Just ignore her. Don't let her get under your skin." He slightly squeezes my leg and stands up. I look to him as he makes his way to the door.
"Come get some grub, bub." He shuts the door behind him and I sit there blank minded, detached.
Walking downstairs alone took a lot of guts. I was shocked when I wasn't met with a belt to my face once I hit the last step.
When I walk into the sun lit kitchen, I see that the table is covered with breakfast foods and gift boxes. It looked like a birthday breakfast wonderland.
My step father was in the kitchen, dancing to American Boy by Estelle while he cleans his mess. My mother, step father and I eat our food. My mom kept quiet the entire time we ate. I'd noticed she'd given me dirty looks from across the table.
"Heads up?" I hear my step father say. I look up and see a small box hurling towards me. I reach up to catch it then start tearing the paper away. It's a black, velvet necklace box. When I opened it, a necklace with the word "Babygirl" hanging from chains is placed snuggly inside of it. "I thought you could use some jewelry considering your twelve years old know." He says energetically. He helps me put it on and I looked to my mother with joy in my eyes, desperately hoping for her to give me even one shred of happiness. All I get is a look of disgust and her leaving the table completely.
The rest of the day was filled with music, presents and sweets like cake and candy. My life seemed to be at its all time finest until the night inevitably came.
"And for your last gift!" My step father turns around dramatically and held a strawberry milkshake in front of me. "A strawberry milkshake fresh from the cow utter." I take it into my hands with excitement. Can you judge me? I've never had one until then and I sucked it down quicker then the flash ever could. Every single drop onto my tongue was like a taste of heaven. As soon as I was done, jumped off of the bar stool and tried to make it to my room, but once I hit the floor, I could barely stand on my own two feet. Everything around me looked like I was seeing things in slow motion. Everything seemed to triple in quantity.
"Daddy." I said helplessly terrified. I thought I was dying.
"It's okay sweetie. Daddies got you." He lifted me up off of the floor and carried me to my room. He placed me into my bed, but when the door shut...he didn't leave.
Till this day I can still feel his fowl hands touch me in a way that I knew was wrong. Me crying for my life only to be silenced with his hand over my mouth.
He used gifts and sweet treats as a way to "soften the blow" but it only made it worse. Feeling loved when I was neglected of it my entire life after my real dad died. My step father used my mental instability to his own advantage. But this, in my eyes, wasn't even half of the worst part. I confided in the only other person I loved most in life. My mother, Aiden. I came to her with tears in my eyes, my clothes not even fully on, practically crawling to her.
I told her every horrific detail, every emotion I felt during. It was like I was climbing the ladder at the playground, desperately trying to reach the top. Only to be kicked to the ground and impaled with a metal pole on my way down.
Aiden grabbed my face harshly. Squeezing my checks so hard that I can taste the metallic taste of my blood.
"You listen, you little shit. You are liar. A deceiver." The look of anger on her face; her light brown skin was now red. Her eyes had no sign of empathy.
"I'm not lying." My voice cracked as I cried and tried to reason. I'm met with a sharp slap across my face. I cry all the more.
"You wanna know what I do with liars, Luna?!" She grabbed a fist full of my hair and relentlessly pulled me along the hallway and down the stairs. No matter how much I kicked and screamed, she never gave me mercy. She throws me into the basement with no light source. Once I stop tumbling down the stair case, I jolt back up and bolt to the door. I didn't make it. I was left there, all alone. I banged on the door clawing at it until my fingers bleed. No one ever came.
Then what seemed to be days, the door finally opens and my mom is stood there. The light from behind her made her seem like my very own guardian angel. I stand from the ground and I'm about to reach out to her, but I'm bombarded with tall men in all white suits on. They grab me harshly and I fight back.
"LET ME GO!" I cry out. Grabbing onto anything I could get my hands on but failing miserably every time.
When I'm almost out of the front door, I look to my mom one last time.
"Mommy. Please! Please don't let them take me!" I pleaded with every ounce of my being. I grabbed her white silk robe and see her bare shoulder. I looked her in the eyes with fear but she looked at me with pure satisfaction. She dusted my hand away and let the men take me. The further out the door I got, the blurrier her face became. Each tear burns my black skin to the muscle. I didn't know where they were taking me or what they were going to do with me afterwards, but what I did know; I will abolish, obliterate every man to exist. Even if it's that last thing I do.