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"I see myself daddy, just like you...just like the security cameras" His eyes bulge, Hitchcock terror and irony draw his mouth into a twisted mask. Paranoid that he is, cameras record each house entry. Unless the code is entered.
He set the entry and slept on the couch. I came in from my all night party. Followed by the horrible beating and assault. I did not key a code. Everything was recorded. His eyes flash to the library. His twisted ankle in my hands. I wring it with pleasure. He vomits from pain. "What will it be? You used me, you hurt me. I cried, I begged, I pleaded. And you had to rape me!" Hands clutching his stomach, gagging in pain and defeat.
"Oh no, oh my God. You're going to kill me." He begs for option, pleads for another out. "Very well, it will be like this..." And I lay down the new rules of the house. He wretches, spits. Shoulders slump, head hanging to his chest. Grown mans sobs of lament fill the hallway.
TODAY...he treats mom like the queen of the world. He's Gomez Adams, catering to her needs. Listening, attentive, hugging, always kissing her hands. She rolls her eyes and looks to me for explanation. I sit silent as the black cat on the fence, under the full moon. She's not under his foot anymore. He never as much gives me a mean look. I come and go as I please. Spending money? Yes, whatever I want. Borrow the car? He gave me, my own. I have a closet full of everything. No longer a would be horror show whore. My unsatisfied taste is out there.
When I dress to go out for the night. I take a moment to tease the old man, before leaving. Dolled up, micro mini-skirt, high heels, trashy make-up. The look that lures desperate men. A cold stare, then I kiss him goodnight before going out.
"Don't wait up daddy dearest" He sits there, like a crypt keeper. Teeth grinding, knowing better than to say anything to anger me. Knowing my discovered taste for blood and cum, warm body or cold. Himself to blame. The pendant when broken, that awakened my need. My real father is looking down, or up at us. Laughing with this "creature daughter" he never knew he had.
Pray for the dead, All Hallows Day.
- COMMENTS
QuietMidnightover 13 years agoPay no attention to the swine filth who leave ridiculous yearnings under the guise of the anonymous banner. You did a fantastic job of capturing the stream-of-consciousness voice of a truly nutted up candy-cake. As a holder of a degree in Creative Writing, I can assure you that your story would've been the subjct of lively discussion in any 300 or 400 level writing workshop, and while it wasn't technically perfect, that's what the site's editors are for... Now, I did think your plotline as far as the sweet T's "real" father wasn't as complete or as well explored as it could have been, and I would've liked to see that fleshed out a bit more... Perhaps even a little "guest starring appearance" by the real daddy there at the end might've been nice. But on the hole (or up it, as the case may be) I thought you did one whopping helluva job, and I cringed and panted all over this. Lovely, darling. It was lovely. Thank you.
diggypopover 13 years agoThe plot was...OK. And of course, the eeevil stepfather is a well-worn cliche. But you did something I rarely see on this site. You gave a character a voice, and you let it speak. There's a difference between incoherence that comes from a poorly ordered mind, and the sincere attempt to use language to reflect a chaotic situation, and do it with emotion and flair.
I find myself hoping you write more, not because I want to read the exact same thing from you, but because lively prose that isn't afraid to spread its wings a little (or a lot) is worth watching for, and encouraging.
Anonymousover 13 years agoThis "effort" is so poor, on so many levels, that it is stunning only in its worthlessness.
