Slit Throat Saturday
Chapter 4
AN: This chapter is very gory! If you don't feel good, don't read this!
Hannah soon was in dreamland. Her chest easily went up and down.
Downstairs, Mr. Miller and Walker talked. "Do you think my daughter witnessed the murders?" asked Mr. Miller. "Well, we can't rule that out. But I think she's the one that committed them," said Walker.
Mr. Miller's mouth dropped open. "Listen here mister, I know you stand for justice and all that, but my daughter is not a killer!" he screamed.
Walker stood up. "I'm not accusing her. It's just that I think you should keep a close eye on her," said Walker.
"She's my daughter and I'll do what I please with her. Please leave," said Mr. miller pointing to the destroyed door. Walker put his hat on and exited the house.
Mr. Miller closed it after him. He just placed it up against the doors hinges.
Walker climbed into his gray truck and went back to Headquarters.
He didn't see Hannah looking out the window watching him drive off. "Fuck," she whispered. She had heard her dad scream and that woke her up. There was a knock at her door. "Come on in dad," said Hannah.
She turned around and saw her dad come in, a worried expression plastered on his face. "Dad what's wrong?" she asked. "Honey, did you kill those three students?" he asked.
"Dad," said Hannah, who was sounding brokenhearted. "Are you accusing me?" she asked. "Answer my question sweetheart," he said.
Hannah's sadness turned to anger. "I'm not answering that. Instead I'll show you," she said. "Follow me," said Hannah as she walked by her dad and down to the basement. Her dad didn't understand, but he still followed her.
"The truth is all down here," she said as she grabbed some handle. "Where honey?" he asked. "Right here," she said as she turned around quickly and stabbed her dad over and over again all over his body with a razor sharp machete. Soon a sea of blood had flooded the basement.
His screams of agony and pain went unheard. Hannah took the machete she had and slit her dad's throat. He gurgled, drowning and choking on his own blood that erupted from his throat.
"Sorry dad, but now that you know, I can't allow you to continue living," she said as her dad had drowned.
She stood up, covered from head to toe in her dad's blood. "Tomorrow is trash day. Guess I better get rid of you," she said.
Slowly, she cut off her dad's head, arms, and legs. She put them all into a trash bag, and put it all into a trash barrel. Slowly she peeked out to make sure no one saw her. SHe quickly ran out and put the trash out on the curb
Hannah ran back inside and sighed. She didn't feel any regret for what she had done. "Rest in peices father," she said. This girl was truly insane. She had just killed her dad!
She looked at herself. Her hands had turned pink from the blood. "Damn, do I need a shower," she said as she went upstairs to the bathroom.
