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Chapter 3: Expectations and Worms

When Jeremy Sayer was four, his mommy became pregnant with another child, and she changed a bit.

"Jer Bear," his daddy said, "Your mother and I have something very important to tell you."

"What?" Jeremy put down the toys he had been playing with and looked up at them. His mommy placed a hand on her abdomen, and his daddy placed his arm around her shoulder.

"I'm pregnant, Jeremy," his mommy said, smiling a real smile. "You're going to have a sister."

A…sister? Wait…what? Oh, no.

"But, why are you smiling, Mommy?" Jeremy asked, confusedly. He couldn't remember the last time she smiled a real smile at him. "I thought that when you have surprise babies in your stomach, you're scared even though surprises are good!"

Mrs. Sayer narrowed her eyes. "Where did you hear that?"

"Daddy told me." Jeremy eagerly said.

Mrs. Sayer shot her husband a very, very, very dirty look.

Then, she turned to Jeremy and smiled a fake smile again. "But, your sister was planned, Jeremy. I was expecting her. I'm not scared."

"Oh." Jeremy quietly said, looking at the floor now. "Why wasn't I…expected?"

His parents looked at each other intently.

"Listen, Jer," his father said, "Mommy and I are going to have a talk. Why don't you run outside and play a bit in the back yard?"

He nodded, and ran outside.

Mr. Sayer led his wife to the couch. Both of them said nothing as they sat, watching little Jeremy…dig in the soil?

"What's he doing?" Mrs. Sayer asked her husband after Jeremy pulled some string-like objects from the dirt.

"It…looks like he found worms to play with?" Mr. Sayer said.

Mrs. Sayer looked at him for a few more moments, frowning. "Why did you tell Jeremy the truth? You don't tell a three-year-old that he wasn't wanted before he was born."

Mr. Sayer grimaced. "Come on, Kendra! It's the truth! And besides, he's only three! He's not going to remember any of this when he's older."

Mrs. Sayer was silent. She kept watching Jeremy outside, but her countenance grew from troubled to outright distraught.

"Oh. My. Goodness. Carter, if you said those were worms, do you see what I see?" Mrs. Sayer said, growing alarmed.

"What?" Mr. Sayer asked as he peered through the window.

He watched as Jeremy peered at one of the worms for a few moments. Then, he easily ripped it apart and gazed at it.

"Um…" Mr. Sayer managed to say.

"I knew it. I knew it… Our son is a monster… From eating his twin to now murdering innocent worms… Oh God…" Mrs. Sayer hysterically said.

"Oh, come on, honey!" Mr. Sayer exasperatedly said. "We went over this! It wasn't his fault! You can't hate your own son for something he can't even consciously remember doing!"

"Anyways," he chuckled, "since when did you like those innocent worms? Boys will be boys, eh? I remember digging through my own garden looking for anything that crawled and wiggled."

"But did you rip them apart after and stare at what was inside of them?" Mrs. Sayer asked.

"…No…" Mr. Sayer finally said.

"I knew it…We're raising a monster." Mrs. Sayer sighed.

"You know what?" Mr. Sayer asked. "Let's just ask him what he was doing. Then you'll see."

And so, they called their own son in.

"I'm going to wash my hands, okay?" Jeremy said.

"Yes, but…what were you doing outside, Jeremy?" his daddy asked him, confident it would be all right.

Jeremy turned and grinned innocently.

"I was digging around in the soil! After, I found three worms, and I ripped them apart to see what they looked like inside!"

Mrs. Sayer swallowed. "I told you, Carter…"

And from that moment on, Jeremy noticed that his own mommy treated him differently now. She was more distant than normal, and she rarely wanted to stay in a room alone with him any more. It was almost as if she was…scared of him.

Confused, Jeremy asked his daddy why this was.

"It's just the pregnancy, son…Pregnant women act differently." He tried to reassure his son.

Jeremy was still confused, but he accepted the answer nonetheless.

Mr. Sayer rubbed his face over. He had witnessed his son tear up live worms and then…look inside of them…Now, after all these years, he began to doubt himself and his judgment. Was Kendra really right?

It has been said that animal abuse and mistreatment are just some early signs of a young, budding psychopath or a serial killer…