My Dream Boyfriend... Not In My Fathers Eyes....

16. My Dream Boyfriend...

Chapter 16

I was still crying. I didn’t even know why.  I hated my father.  But, I guess he was my father, my sperm donor, so I really should be crying over him.  But he killed my boyfriend, my first love, just because he was black, because he had a different color of skin.  Ray didn’t deserve to die.  Not yet.  Well, not that I knew of. 

My father did deserve to die.  F*ck.  I shouldn’t say that.  But, you know, I guess he really did.  He was a horrible person.  He was racist, and he killed my mother.  My poor, innocent mom!  What did she do to him? 

The cops were still talking, like they were back at the house.  They interrogated me I don’t know how many times.  I told them the same exact story every time; I was a good liar.  I remembered all what I said. 

I was currently sitting alone in this little room at a table that had a little two way mirror.  Don’t they only put the criminals in here?  Oh, crap, do they know that I did it?  Do they have proof?  I thought I cleaned all of my DNA stuff up!  Oh sh*t.  They found fingerprints on the knife.  I thought I cleaned it up, but maybe not.  Maybe not all of the way, even though I thought I did.

Okay, calm down, I told myself.  Don’t panic.  It’ll be okay. 

A cop came into the room, this time it was a different one though. 

“Do you guys know who killed my father?” I sniffled.  He shook his head sadly.  The panic that had bubbled up inside of me had vanished. 

“I’m sorry Ma’am, but we have to go over this again.  Will you re-tell the story?”

I nodded sadly.  “Yes, if it will help find the killer, then of course…”  Then I started, for the fifth time.  “I was having an argument with my daddy…”

“What was the argument about, just for the record?”  He questioned.

 “I wanted to go over to a friend’s house… He didn’t want me to because he had said that I was out all the time, and that he never got to see me anymore.  I just told him to calm down.  I wanted to get away.  I needed to make dinner anyways, so I walked to Price Chopper.  I was there for about 20 minutes, then I came back, and I saw him lying there on the floor, dead, with blood all around him.  I just started screaming.  Then some woman, probably a neighbor, came through the door.  She was probably worried about all of the screaming.  She called the cops, I think.  I didn’t even get to say ‘I love you to him’!”  I put my head down on the table and sobbed into my arms.  The cop awkwardly rubbed my shoulder. 

“It’s okay.” 

I had to say, not trying to be cocky, that I was doing a pretty good job on my act.  The tears were real, even if the story wasn’t. 

A couple hours later, they let me go home.  Well, they offered to let me stay at the station, because of the body at my house, but I decided to stay with Petunia instead.  Even if I didn’t have a place to stay, I wouldn’t stay at a police station.  I would be a hobo for the night. 

Petunia welcomed me inside, and I sat in the living room couch.  I saw a picture of Gage and Ray, laughing together, both holding beers.  They looked happy.  I picked up the picture and rubbed the glass. 

“I’ll make you a copy.  I would give it to you, but it’s my favorite picture.” Petunia smiled at me warmly.   I half smiled back. 

“I think I’m going to hit the sack, I’m tired.  Goodnight, guys.”  I walked down the hall and into the guest room. 

Memories flashed through my eyes.  Ray and I spooning, the night Ray was beat, and shot.  Oh God, it hurt to think of him.  It hurt knowing that I was never going to see my love, ever again. 

I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes.  I was so tired.  But I needed to do something before I could actually fall asleep.  I reached into my purse, and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen.  Then I started writing.  After I was done, I quickly reread over the list.

Dad: Stab, and slit throat. Done.

Will: Tie to the bottom of a river, somehow, and drown. Uncompleted.

The whole KKK: tie to a cross and burn to death. Uncompleted.

It wasn’t done, I still had to think of more people, but it was what I had so far.  Who I was going to kill, for Ray.  Who would suffer, for him.

When I woke up the next morning, I smelled bacon, eggs, and sausage.  It smelled good!  I got up out of my bed and ran to the door.  I skipped into the kitchen, but stopped dead in my tracks when I say Ray sitting at the table drinking a beer. 

He looked at me.  “What’s wrong, Baby Girl?”  I almost started crying.

I ran over to him and hugged him.  We almost fell out of the chair.  Then I looked into his eyes.  “Is it really you?” I asked him.  He nodded and kissed me.  When the kiss was done, and I opened my eyes, I saw that I was sitting on a copse.  I screamed.  When I jumped off of it, it instantly turned to ashes. 

Then the dream changed.  I was standing in front of a man, who was crying.  “My family, my family!  I have a family! Please don’t!” He begged. 

“Who cares?  Ray had a family too.”  I had no control over what I said.  I slapped him, and his sobbed even more.  I had no control over what I did either.  Then I pulled out my Smith and Wesson revolver.  I cocked it.  I looked down the sights, aiming right in between his eyes.  I pulled the trigger.

I jumped up in my bed and started sobbing.  Why did I do that?  Why did I kill an innocent man?  A man who probably didn’t deserve to die?  I cried even more.  Maybe, just maybe this killing thing wasn’t such a good idea…

Then there was a tiny voice in my head that sounded just a bit like Ray.  It said, “Do it for me, Deir.  Do it for me.”  So I knew then, that I would go through with my plan, unless somehow, Ray told me he didn't want me to.    ____________________________

Hey, Guys.  I know that i dont exactly have an excuse for me not uploading.  I know I've been lacking in all of my stories.  but on this one i just had MAJOR writers bock.  I didn't know if i liked the way it was going with deirdra becoming a murderer. But, any ways, I'm going to try to upload more, but I don't know if the chapters will be that long, because right now im using my sisters lap top because my compute is a  peicce of shit that wont turn on, and she doesn't let me use it for that long because she wants to get on it.  But, I hope you guys like it.  I appreciate all of you reading my stories, and I love you for it.  I just wanted you to know that.  Please tell me if theres something that you dont like about the story, il try to fix it.  Good night/day to all.  <33