I decided to write another chapter today, since I'll be on vacation sometime next week, so I won't be writing until the week after. Maybe later.
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He killed my dad. He did.
Right in front of me, too.
I was around 12. I was living a normal life in Arizona, with my best friends and family dogs. I had no siblings, so life was fairly easy.
My mother had me when she was 16, so she was a teen mom most of her life. She was still the best mother ever. And my dad was 10 years older.
But that doesn't mean anything.
I came home from a long day of school, since it was the beginning of summer break. I was happy, willing to help mom with the laundry and dad with the dishes. We were all chatting, laughing.
Now when I think about it, we were a happy family. Something out of a Hallmark commercial. I grew up a lovable child, being a strict A student and all. Until that night.
We were watching a movie, a comedy. Then the doorbell rang.
Dad paused the movie, and went to get the door. Before he got up though, he patted my head, smiling at mom and I.
"Hello, Mr. Kramer. What can I do for you?" Dad was nonchalant, acting like it was normal for your boss to knock on your door at 8:00 PM. On a Friday.
"Oh, I needed to clear up some business with you. About work." I peeked around the corner, and Mr. Kramer had smiled at me. "Hey, Nicky." He walked in and rubbed my head.
He had always been jealous of my dad. Of his perfect family. His beautiful wife, his respectful son. He had always wanted me as a child.
"Mrs. Burner," He glanced at my mom. "Can you show me the files you have for your job?" He smiled thinly. It was fake.
"Uh, sure. It's upstairs. Follow me." She ran up the stairs, with Mr. Kramer at her heels.
Dad had looked over at me, confused. "Strange. Hey. Do you want some Sour Patch Kids?" I nodded, and we went into the kitchen.
"Make sure you bite the head off first." I had said, opening the box.
"Why?"
"So they won't know who murdered their family." I was giggling now, and dad was shaking his head.
"I swear, Nick. You and your amazing brain." Then we heard screeching.
"I'm going upstairs. Stay here, Nick. Have the phone handy." Then he was gone.
I held his cell phone in my hand, and I crept up the stairs to the room. And then I saw something so horribly, immensely disgusting that I wanted to puke.
My mother was half naked, and she was curled under Mr. Kramer.
I have never gotten the sex talk yet, so I didn't know what was happening. What was he doing to mom?
Now I understand that rape is very common.
Dad was wrestling Mr. Kramer, and I dialed 911.
"Hello, 911. What is your emergency?"
"Intruder in my house. He is hurting my father and my mom! Come quick!"
"Okay sweetie. Where are you?"
I gave her the address. "Do you know this man?"
"Yes. He is my dad's boss."
"We'll be right over."
I ran into Mr. Kramer, shoving him away from my dad. "Stop it!" I was crying. A wimp I was.
"Nicky. Go." He had blood running down his nose. I didn't listen.
"Get AWAY from him!" My dad was insane, throwing punches. Then, Mr. Kramer pulled out a gun.
My mom wimpered.
"Shh, Sara. I would NEVER hurt you."
My dad's hands were up, and he shook his head. "Do not hurt my FAMILY."
"Okay. Bye then."
The gun shot rang in my ears. It happened so fast. My dad crumpled to the floor, a red circle of blood on his forehead.
"NO!" My mom was screaming, crying, and clawing at Mr. Kramer.
"SH! Sara. If you want to live, be calm. Be calm."
Then the door bursted open, policeman aiming guns at everyone.
I was so scared, I ran into the arms of one of the men, crying.
"Shh. Son, it's okay."
They saw my dad on the floor, gun shot in his head.
"This man," Mr. Kramer pointed at my father. "Raped his own WIFE, hit his child, and tried to kill ME. I had to shoot. Areest me if you need to. But he is the real monster."
My mother had her pants back on, and she ran to hug me. "Go with it." She whispered in my ears. "I don't want you to get hurt, baby."
They ended up NOT arresting Mr. Kramer. They took away the body. Mr. Kramer married my mother 1 year later.
We moved to New York 2 years ago, when I was 16. My mother is happy, but miserable at the same time. She only goes with it to keep me alive.
So now, Mr. Kramer is my dad AND my boss. I work for him now.
We gave the dogs to my friends, and then I was lonely. Very lonely.
I kill people for a living now. And I make decent cash.
Should it be wrong that I stalk, then murder innocent people?
No. I don't think so.
But I hate Sour patch Kids.