Hey guys! I'm sorry I kept you waiting this long for another chapter, I've literally been so busy. But I thank all those who have given great reviews and positive feedback, it really keeps me going. I really hope you all do enjoy this chapter, it took me forever to get it out, but I believe I am back in the swing of things! Enjoy!
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The Ballad of Gee Ray
Chapter Six: Somebody Similar
I couldn't fucking sleep. Talking with Mom got me all worked up, not in a bad way, but enough to make insomnia apparent. I thought of Mom choking her dad with a turbo condom and laughed my ass off in my bed. I heard my door creak open, and there Dad was with his signature knife tapping on whatever the hell was closest to him. "Don't even pretend you're sleeping, babydoll." Dad invited himself in, climbed my dresser and sat his plastic ass down. "Well, considering I've only been down here for 20 minutes, you're right. I'm awake" I sat up and got the worst fucking head rush of my life. "Perfect. In saying that, time to get fuckin' dressed. Your brother had some extra time with me, before we had your bodies ready. I was hoping the time I spent with your brother would make him want to take out the tampon and be a man, you know?" I laughed in Dad's face. "Oh poor Daddy-o. You wanted a boy so badly, but all you have is me and a chick with a dick. If you want a real boy, you're gonna have to inseminate some other mortal." Dad rolled his eyes. "Don't get smart with me, I'll turn you into Malibu Barbie over there." Dad laughed and started looking at the shit on my dresser. I was getting tired and just wanted him to finish whatever the fuck he came to say, so I gave him a look that described that sentiment to a God damn 'T'. Dad jumped off the dresser and walked up closer to me. "No school today. I wanna see the most of your potential. It's time for a father-daughter hunting trip." I considered it. "Mom is going to lose her shit." Dad laughed and assured me. "Don't worry about it, Gee. She lost it years ago." I got up and started picking clothes from the closet, and for a split second I saw Eddie's face. Which allowed me to remember I had fucking therapy that day. Dad assured me we wouldn't be that long, fuck I believed it. Dad offered to take us to school and as soon as I saw Glen go through the doors of that shitty place I went back to Dad's "little-people friendly" truck and took off. The thing about Canada is, there are tons of little shitty towns that literally inhabit 10 old people who never go outside because they are afraid of the fucking sun. Dad always called them the useless and would kill them off because they were old and nobody gave a shit, he called these people "snacks before the main course" . We were headed to one of those hell holes. I took out a cigarette from my bag, rolled down the window and smoked it. "You're so much like your mother. All that smoking, one would think you were born with a god damn smoke in your hand. That shit kills, you know!" I rolled my eyes and looked at him. "Yeah, as if you've never killed a damn person in your life." I decided I would give a go at getting my father to be serious for once in his life. "What would happen if you didn't have kids?" He took a deep breath. "Well, I gotta be honest. People would probably still be scared of me. You kids mellowed me the fuck out-" Some asshole had cut us off. "Motherfucker! Gee, is there anybody behind you, I'm gonna back the fuck up" I knew exactly what he was gonna do. Dad slowed down to give space between us and shithead then excellerated and pushed him the fuck out to the ditch. Dad started laughing maniacally. "Always use your signal when you're gonna merge, Gee and never cut me off. Or else I kill ya" He laughed even harder. "Honestly though, don't you find it a little fucked up how you actually have a following? Like why the fuck are we living here? Why would anywhere with the exception of Guantanamo Bay want anything to do with us?" I took another cigarette and lit it. Dad laughed again, in a more consoling way. "Don't worry about it, Gee. Canada is known for giving second chances to hell on earth. There are tons of sick people here, they're all just too nice to show it. And besides, we're way too fucking smart to get caught" Dad stopped alongside the road and turned the car off. "Listen Gee, no offense but the whole idea of you and Glen was a mistake. That's what I get for thinking a doll didn't need a condom." I opened the door and stomped out the cigarette on the ground. "Comforting." was all I managed to say. "Do something messy" Mr. Bunny whispered in my head. we tiptoed around the small house, which was definitely the home of some crazy grandparents trapped in the damn 70's. "Paint these walls red, Gee." The killer inside of me yearned for a chance to go absolutely fucking nuts. Among the fortress of fromeldahyde smells, there she lied. Basically dying in her bed, she must have been at least fucking 80. Without even thinking twice about how I was going to do things I grabbed my knife and just did one stab nice and slow. Feeling my knife slowly tear her apart and going deeper in to the other side gave me the most insane adrenaline rush I've ever fucking had. I saw her eyes open wide as she whispered "Dear God save us all" while she was choking on death. Anger filled me "Finish her Gee. Send her to her God. She's too stupid to know she'll only be a box in the ground." Mr Bunny cackled. I slit her throat and then got a massive headache. Dad was standing in the doorway with his jaw dropped. "Shit, you're a fucking natural, Gee!" He managed to get his shit together and walked up to me. "And here I am wasting all this time and energy on your brother." Dad walked over to the old bitch and laughed. "Fuck this place. Let's go." I took the last drag out of my cigarette and put it out using the old hag's face. There was a five dollar bill on her night stand, I took it. The drive to my therapist's office was long and quiet until Dad perked up. "Hey, did you ever consider the possibility of becoming a doll? You can get away with more, so to speak." I looked at him. "What are you, fucking nuts?" I began to laugh really hard, almost fucking maniacally. "Stop being a dumbass you need to seriously consider this shit, babydoll. Soon enough Canada can kick your ass out of here. They can't do anything to us considering your mother and I are hunks of fucking plastic and they haven't necessarily created laws against dolls . God knows they could care less about Glen, all he does is act like some fucking humanitarian and cry over things like a pussy." We approached Dr. Krinkledick's office (his actual name is hard to spell and krinkledick suits that asshole better). "If I ever needed to switch myself to anyting inanimate, I'm going to turn into a mannequin. At least I'll be tall enough." I got out of the car, and watched him drive away.
"The Doctor is running late, Miss Ray. You can just have a seat and we'll call you when he's ready." Fan-fucking-tastic. Time to sit down and look through a magazine that's 5 years old. Literally 5 minutes after I sit down some fucking guy comes in who was like overly nice to everyone. I fucking hated people like that. Of course he had to sit next to me. "Never seen you around here before. You new?" Who the hell asks if somebody is new at a therapist's office. "No. I'm not. Normally he doesn't slack off, so I wouldn't be graced with your presence." He kind of laughed and snapped his fingers. "You're fiesty. I like it. What's your name?" I fucking hated small talk. Where the fuck is Krinkledick? "I go by Gee." One would think my false interest in this magazine would have him shut the fuck up. "What does Gee stand for?" Here we go again. "Not important. All that matters is Gee." He nodded in approval. "Fair enough. So-" I cut him off. "You are quick to ask questions but not introduce yourself. What's your name? " He smiled. "Where are my manners? Since we're not disclosing our true identities, call me Corporal. Corporal Greeves." I put the magazine down and studied the guy a little more. "A military man, huh?" Corporal laughed almost maniacally. "Why of course, and all it did was bring me here. The army fucks you up a bit." He leaned in closer. "Let me ask you something, why are you at a therapist who specializes in Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?" I looked up to see if that bitchy secretary was still there but it looks like she left. "You really wanna know?" This was the moment this fucker would leave me alone. I leaned in nice and close so that Corporal could hear me nice and fucking clear "I kill people." I smiled at him. He brushed me off, which is really fucking unusual. "You say it like you're the only one." I got defensive. "Don't give me that shit, you don't enjoy it. Soldiers are supposed to kill people. This is a fucking stress reliever for me." It got quiet for a minute. Corporal turned over to me with a big smile on his face. "Who says I don't enjoy it? Seems were similar, you and me." What the hell was this guy getting onto? "Listen, what the hell are you-" Dr. Krinkledick came out. "Glen-I mean Gee Ray." Fuck. I looked at Corporal and he winked at me. I walked over to Krinkledick and I just had the weirdest feeling i my chest, like a painful pounding or some shit. Who the hell was that guy?
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