I told you I would be backkk! I didn't think it would be this soon, but honestly after writing Chapter Three I just had to continue. On we go! and just saying..the fact that The Ballad of Gee Ray went from 45 to 96 views in just under 24 hours is fricken' amazing! Thank you all so much! Anyway, on with the show!
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Chapter Four: The Family Outing
If you're still sticking around, I seriously fucking applaud you. My whole twelfth year became super quiet after that shit with Eddie. The worst part of it is, is that people keep feeling bad and I have no idea why. Like fuck, Eddie doesn't whack off to me anymore and I get a full sleep at night. We all fucking win. Anyway, I'm sure you're all sick of listening to my horror stories. Another thing I'm responsible for, is Dad's drinking problem. After Eddie tried to fuck with me and failed miserably, Dad left for hours and came back drunk as fuck and on the news the next day, 3 men were found dead. Hm, I wonder how that happened? Dad drinks himself to shit at least once a week, and his casualites have greatly increased since that day when 'Uncle Eddie' fucked over everybody. And Chucky is not the one to fuck over. But besides that, I had nothing new to tell. Mom didn't become excited about much anymore and relieved her stress through tons of fucking pot, until September of 2009 when Glen and I were trapped in something called High School. Fuck.
"Stop moving, honey. Or I'll poke you in the eye again!" Mom was trying to cake my face in shitty makeup that I'm sure expired fucking ten years ago. "This really isn't necessary, Mom. I would really rather be homeschooled than spend the next 4 years of my life in that cess-pool." I pushed her tiny hands away and moved away from the mirror. Mom tilted her head. "Come on Gee, I made a promise to you long ago. I'm not going to let you drown in high school. I liked High School, actually! Tons of friends, cute boys-" I laughed and interrupted her. "I think your confusing high school for Juvenile Prison, you spent most of your time there, anyway" Mom rolled her eyes. I let out a sigh. I knew if I didn't pretend I was satisfied with this makeover, she would continue to make me look like a fucking raccoon. "I like my eyeliner like this Mom, thanks a bunch." Mom smiled, jumped off the stool and blew me a kiss. "I'm gonna make sure your brother is dressed in his uniform." I suddenly remembered I was attending a Catholic School, which fucking sucked. I waited until Mom was well on her way down the stairs, pulled a cigarette from my knee-high sock, opened the window and smoked the shit out of that cigarette. "Somebody just fucking shoot me." I looked outside to see the big yellow bus of death make it's way down our street. "Gee! Get down here! You're gonna miss your sweet ride" Dad called from down the stairs and laughed that sarcastic laugh he always makes. Asshole. I'd do anything to stay home. I needed my knife, I needed something. I threw the cigarette out the window and ran to my room and grabbed my lucky knife. It was a beautiful shiny silver piece of craftsmanship with my initials carved into the handle, it was given to me as a Christmas present from Dad that past year, he had given Glen a book called "How to Stop Your Bitching" and a little starter knife. Mom seriously disliked Dad's gifts for both of us. I took a belt and secured the knife around my waist underneath my shirt and ran downstairs. Dad was giving Glen the 'pep-talk' at the front door. "Remember these buddy-" He gave Glen a handful of condoms. "-You never know just who you might land in the sac. I know you're a true lady killer-" Mom interrupted. "Chucky you asshole, you can't just go around giving your 14 year old son condoms on his first day of high school! Are you fucking crazy?" Dad rolled his eyes. Mom took Glen's hand and mine. Here comes the waterworks. "Well, my little sweetfaces, you better get going. Make your Mommy and Daddy proud. Have fun!" I walked out of the comfort of my own home onto a bus of absolute bullshit. Rows upon rows of ivy-league looking fucks with their white collared shirts. The girls all wore kilts that were way too short and showed off their disgusting unshaved thighs. I picked the nearest empty seat. How I longed to paint their shirts red. "Hi" Oh fuck no. "My name is Lucy Craig, what's your name?" I studied her. She was blonde and really fucking bony. She looked about 11 years old. After an awkward silence I managed to make out "Gee Ray". I looked back out the window. God please leave me the fuck alone. "That's an interesting name, is Gee short for something? Because like, that's only a letter" The best part about this was that this Lucy idiot actually showed concern about the fact my name was Gee. "It's short for something you never need to worry about" I gave a menacing smile to the bitch. She laughed nervously "I looked at the class list for all my classes and it looks like your name is on all of my courses! How great!" Fuck this. I'm dropping out. "I'll see you then!" Lucy walked away and left. Thank fuck.
That day sucked. I have no idea why my parents would seriously choose a Catholic school for me to attend. Like do they forget what I did to a Catholic? Later that night at dinner, Glen was talking his face off about how much he loves his classes and all the 'cool' people he met. "You've been pretty quiet, sweetface. Is everything okay?" Mom asked me all genuinely concerned like fucking moms are. "You could have chosen a school that didn't involve Jesus, you know." I stabbed my potato for dramatic effect. Dad piped in "That's what I fucking said!" Mom gave Dad the death glare, he tried to correct himself. "Uh, I mean. Gee, live with it." I gave a disbelieving look to my dad. The phone rang, mom rolled her eyes. "Who the hell could that be? Glen, go get that." As always, Glen obeyed. Dad finished his plate of Swedish meatballs. "Fucking peachy as always, Tiff. You are the master at Swedish meatballs" Mom smiled and blew him a kiss. Glen returned to the table. "Well, who was it?" Dad asked as he picked his teeth. "Oh, Mrs. Craig. Gee's friend Lucy's mother, they were large Chucky fans in the 90's and invited us over to dinner tomorrow. I accepted." My jaw dropped. "What the hell, Glen! Mom! I don't want to go!" Mom sipped her wine. "You didn't mention a friend, Gee. Of course we'll go tomorrow" Anger built up inside of me. "It's like talking to a damn wall with you people!" I threw my fork down and stormed to my room. I hated that crazy bitch. How the hell did she even get our number? The next day, dressed to the fucking 9's, the Ray's made our way to the Craig's. Their house was disgustingly proper. They were the type of people who had like a million pictures of their kid on the wall, and of course, Lucy was an only child. Dinner went horrific. All they did was talk about how much fucking money they made for being lawyers, and by the looks of Lucy's mom, I could just tell she sucked the dicks of the men who paid her. I watched my parents drink more and more, which is a hint that they really couldn't fucking stand being there. "You really don't do much anymore, do you Chucky? I know Seed of Chucky was a big heartbreak to you guys. That movie was terrible." Mr. Craig remarked in that smart ass tone he was talking in all fucking night. Dad looked up, about to say something when Mr. Craig cut him off "It's like you met your wife and stopped being scary, ha" Mr. Craig looked to Mrs. Craig and they both laughed heartily. Mom looked at Dad, they stared at each other for a minute and Dad nodded. "You know what is going to happen now, Gee." Mr. Bunny said in my head. "Yes" I answered back. I put down my utensils and just watched my parents from across the table. Dad chugged his whiskey that he had been sparingly drinking throughout dinner. "You know man, that is a pretty ballsy thing to say in front of me." Mom got out of her chair. Mr. Craig adjusted his collar uncomfortably. "Listen Chucky, I meant no harm-" Mr. Craig started shifting his arms. "What the fuck is going on here? Untie me!" Mom laughed as she continued to tie the Craig's hands together. "It's always a good idea to keep zip ties with you at all times...in case people like you choose to be assholes" Mom finished up with Lucy, who was now crying hysterically. I looked around the room, I saw my brother cowering away in the corner, being a chicken shit as usual. I couldn't help but walking up to Lucy. She looked at me, tears in her eyes. I began to loosen my belt, I felt my knife start breaking free from my waist. I remember being distracted by Lucy's cries "Please Gee! You're better than this!" I remember looking at her and laughing. "No, I'm really not." I took my knife and slit her throat. I remember it all came down like the Niagara Falls. I watched in admiration and even tried to catch some in my hand, it's warmth filled me with a sense of pride almost instantly. Mrs. Craig screamed "You little bitch, my Lucy!" She began crying and shaking violently in her chair. Mom laughed, with a cigarette in her mouth. "Calm down, you'll be with her soon." Dad stood up and walked down the table up to Mr. Craig. "You know, you really shouldn't be surprised. You seriously invited a family of serial killers to your house and expected nothing to happen after saying shit like that?" Dad let out that infamous laugh. He knocked over the whiskey and watched it go all over the solid wood table. Dad jumped off, snatched Mom's lighter, and set the place to flames. "Get the fuck out of here" Mom and Dad ran out, Glen was just standing there like an idiot, twitching his eye. "Come on, you're going to get fucking burned to death!" I grabbed his hand and we ran outside and watched the light show as a family. Mom pulled out her bag of weed. "We all just had a little slip, we're not bad people." Dad looked at her. "Are you fucking kidding me Tiff? We created art!" He pulled out his phone, and took a picture. "Come on, let's go home and watch this on the news." The ride home was silent. Glen cried and I scrubbed my hands, trying to rub away Lucy's blood. I took a good look at myself from where I was sitting, I felt this horrible feeling all of a sudden. "Gee, you look like you seen a fucking ghost. Whats the matter?" Dad asked, drunkenly. Too drunk to drive. I couldn't help but confess my true feelings to my Dad. "This is my favourite sweater. I hope her blood doesn't stain." Mom turned around and looked at me. "I have stain remover" I let out a deep breath. "Thank Christ". I did feel much better indeed. I fell asleep in the car with the sweet sounds of Lucy's screams running through my mind. What a great family outing, indeed.
Well that's it! Gee is pretty heartless, but I love her all the same. Again, please leave a review and follow + favourite for more killer fun! It's always a blast in the Ray household! Talk to you munchkins later!
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