~A week later, Christmas Day ~

I haven't seen or heard from Mr. Fenton for about a week and he wasn't at school neither, but today was Christmas day! I woke up and excepted what would happened every Christmas with my mom…but she wasn't here now. I continued to get up and throw on some warm clothes and steal my aunt's car and drive to my mother's grave a few towns over. The sun still wasn't up yet.

I drove and drove and drove til I saw the graveyard. Circling around til I could find where her grave was under the blanket of snow. I finally found it and got out and walked over to it, clearing the snow off of her tombstone.

"'Here lays Mary May Maxwell-Rhodes. Loving mother. 1969-2008.'" I said to myself. I sat down leaning my back against the tombstone. "Mommy, I miss you. I hope everything in heaven is going well. I'm sorry for everything I've done to you over the years. I wish I could be with you…or you haven't of left me here with those…those people!" I hit the gravestone, in vain. All it did was hurt my hand. I got up and turned to look at the few last words on her tombstone. " 'I cannot say and I will not say that she is dead…she is just away.'" I tried not to cry as I turned away. "Merry Christmas mommy."

With that I left, not wanting to see this anymore.

After I pulled into the driveway, I now saw Mr. Fenton's car his driveway. I looked at the car for a minute, before getting out of my own. I walked in the front door to see no one was home. I took everything and went up to my room. I walked in to see nothing change, but a video tape on my bed. I walked over and picked it up, looking at it closely before putting it in my VCR/DVD player and pushed play.

Mr. Fenton face popped onto the screen and he had a maniac grin on his face.

"hello my little moxie. I finally figured out what to get you for Christmas honey. Remember when you say you wanted to make you're father paid for what he did to you? Well…" he turned the camera into a living room…a bloody living room. He turned it to a man tied to the chair, sounding like he was crying. He was covered head to toe in bloody and it looked it bodies were around he.

Three body were around this man. One looked like a bloody woman in a bloody dress, others were of tow little kids, somewhere between 7-12 by the size of the bodies.

"Say hello to your daughter. The daughter you left behind and very sad." Mr. Fenton said from behind the camera.

"MOXIE!" the tied down man in the chair yelled. "tell him to stop! Please Moxie!"

"no no no, Mr. John Rhodes of 235 Pent street, Ohio. So close Moxie on his location."

Then the screen when blank, but came back in. the camera was now on something as Mr. Fenton was standing behind dad and he had a knife to his threat.

"Say it!" Mr. Fenton yelled at him

"I'm sorry…Moxie. I love you, I really do." dad choked out, still crying. Mr. Fenton pulled back dad's head cut his threat and some blood got on the camera lense. Mr. Fenton laughed maniacally and walked over to the camera and it straight at the camera. "I got rid of him for you…Do you love me now?" and then the screen when totally blank.

oh…my…god…

He killed my dad. He found him and killed him. How could he?

I fell down during the killing of my father and finally got up off the floor. A scream filled the house…but wasn't I the only one here. I ran out into the hall to see Mr. Fenton sitting on my aunt, stabbing her to death. I just stood there as he keep stabbing her and stabbing her. Finally he stopped and stood up, looking around and then stopped me. He smiled.

"hello my little Moxie, did you like the show?"

"you killed my dad…and now my aunt…"

"you saw it already? Aww, I wanted to watch it with you. I wanted to see your face as your father yelled for your help. I bet you laughed up a storm." he slowly walked over to me as I backed away.

"no, how could you?"

"I did it for you Moxie, to prove my love to you. See what I'm willing to do for you. Now there's nothing to hold us apart." he closed in on me as I was backed up to the stairs. "we can go away. Just you…and me."

"NO!" I screamed and fell down the stairs and hit me head several times down. As I hit the hallway floor, the hall closet opened and my uncle's dead body fell out and blood went everywhere. I screamed again and heard Mr. Fenton run downstairs. I quickly jumped up and ran out the front door.

"MOXIE!" Mr. Fenton yelled running after me. I ran into the street as a cop car was coming down street. I jumped, yelled, scream, cried and waved my arms to flag this man down. More cop cars come rushing behind him and he came closer. Mr. Fenton grabbed me and cover my mouth, but it was to late. The cop cars surrounded my house and us and Mr. Fenton was pulled off of me and forced down onto the ground.

"MOXIE!" he yelled as the pulled him over to one of the few cop cars. A male officer came over to me and hugged me close to him as I cried on his shoulder. Mr. Fenton was furious by this and struggled more against the officers. "LET GO OF HER! SHE'S MINE! WE LOVE EACH!" he was forced into the car and they drove off as he yelled my name over and over again, til it seem to fade away.

Life after that day just seemed so… empty. I remember the last time I saw Mr. Fenton…3 years ago.

I stood just outside the room where Mr. Fenton was talking with some female officer.

"Why did you kill them?" she asked him

"I did it for us. Moxie and mine. You know we love each other right? We make love hundreds of times." that statement made me want to burf. I wanted to get out of here now, but I couldn't.

The male officer with me asked me questions too.

"is it him?" he asked

"Yes."

"who are you going to be living with now."

"She has no one left." Mr. Fenton said as he looked around the female officer as if he could see threw it. "I'm all she has left now."

I turned to the officer beside me. "I'm going to live be myself. I got to get out of here."

And with that, I ran out of there…

It's been around 3 years since then and now I was going to my senior prom by myself and a few friends…who couldn't get dates either… I had this perfect dress already for tomorrow night. It was long and purple and mixed perfect with my now blonde hair. I looked the same, but with more bumps here and there and my chest blow up three cups…size D now! and you would think by now I wouldn't be popular with this size of chest, but no, sadly I'm not…

I lived by myself since they all died and the female officer would check on me a few times a month. We became friends since then, but I think she was just being friends with me for my benefits. All my books had there own room now, as for I lived in a apartment. I moved all my things around and finally made it my own.

Tomorrow was the night. I will be the best night in my life…