My Deadly Summer Vacation - 3

So I start walking back to the house, or actually the shack as I like to call it. Why my family thought this piece of crap was a house or even a home was beyond me. It's always been a shack. A place where incest and abuse are as common as the roaches that crawl around my home delivering bits and pieces of grit and grime. Oh how I hated that damn house. I think I shall burn it to the ground soon...but not just yet. Tess was waiting for me.

When I got to the back door, Tess had made it all the way to the kitchen. The tricky little heifer always had a strong will but this time I was going to show her who was really the strong willed one. She'd even had the nerve to knock down the phone receiver off the wall with the broomstick. How dare her even assume I'd be dumb enough to leave an open line in the house. Sure right, I was that stupid to her and everyone else. Everyone but my sweet Samantha. In her eyes I was a god. And she would be home soon.

But that Tess, that slutty foul-mouthed bitch, she thought I was anything but a god. And she and my father and my fat ass mother and Larry the jackass made a point of telling me that every single day. Can't you understand? My life was a living hell. Well, maybe not living anymore but it was hell for sure. But today I am taking charge of my hell and getting rid of all those demons that made it that way. I walked into the kitchen and Tess looked up at me with those blue eyes outlined in the blood that dripped from her skull. She begged for mercy with those eyes. But mercy was no longer here. It was just me.

I quickly grabbed her by her throat and pulled her face close to mine and just looked at those begging blue eyes a little bit longer. I wanted to remember her just the way she was right then and there. I pushed her into the corner of the kitchen and propped her up on the wall. I was even nice enough to give her the phone. I mean she could try to call someone if she could miraculously get the dial tone back. She always said she was a Houdini of sorts. Houdini this bitch.

The first nail went straight into her hand, attaching the phone in her palm. Now she'll die the way she lived, on the phone. The next nail went into her shoulder so I could help her sit up in the corner - I'm sure she needed the help. The other nail went into her other shoulder because, well just because I thought she needed balance. And the last nail, well for the last one I wanted her to remember it, savor it. So I opened her mouth and pulled the trigger.

Suck on that...

My Deadly Summer Vacation -2

Now why my father has so much shit in this tool shed is beyond me. Who in the hell needs four lawn mowers with no grass? I could see if I were running a business or something but what the fuck? Four lawn mowers? Really, I mean really?

I guess I could've been out there in that shed all day looking for something but I just don't think I had the patience. Well, at least not the patience to sift through all that shit in my father's shed. As I stood there looking at the tools scattered all over the place I couldn't help but giggle to myself. Boy, under any other circumstances, my father would have hung me out to dry if he saw me in here. But I guess now with him scaring crows in the backyard, he can't really worry about hanging too much of anything.

While I stood there happily reflecting my father's fate, I caught a glimpse of something out the corner of my eye. A shovel. I suppose a shovel would work but how interesting is a shovel anyway? But I hold on to it just in case, swinging it like I used to in little league when I was... well, when I was different. I don't know, something about the awkwardness of the wide metal and the skinny wooden stick just doesn't appeal to me. I don't really like the way it fits into my hands. Just awkward. Then I saw it...the chainsaw.

No, wait, wait...a chainsaw makes way too much noise. I can't hear myself think over a chainsaw. Hmmm.....what about, well a hammer is just too much work. So I continued to dig through the clusterfuck which is my father's tool shed and the answer damn near hit me in the face. Well, actually I tripped and damn near hit IT in the face. The stapler. And no, it's not one of those staplers you see lining so many cubicles like lights on a Christmas tree. No, it's one of those huge staplers used to staple wood frames in houses. I love those. Love the sound of the wood getting pounded by those giant staples. It's such a turn on. Always was. Too bad I didn't become a carpenter.

Anyhoo, the stapler had to do the trick. At least that's what I was going with. No hurry though, I mean how far could she actually get? The phones are all dead anyway, I saw to that weeks ago. No, no, she had no where to run so why should I rush back to her? This time she will have to make time for me whether she likes it or not. I am in control now. Whether she makes it to the next round is all in my hands. And I like it. I mean for the first time I really, really like it.

My Deadly Summer Vacation - 1

To look at Tess would be the equivalent of watching a swaddled newborn snuggled deep in the groves of comforting stuffed bears and sea turtles. It would be, except Tess isn't just sleeping she is slipping into unconsciousness as the blood seeps from her skull in the very spot where the candlestick holder in my hand struck her head. I can't help but wonder if she ever knew what hit her. I mean she was concentrating so hard on Wheel of Fortune. That damn spinning wheel, over and over, 150...400...Free Spin. I thought she'd jump out of her chair when it hit 1000, the silly cunt. But she must've known it was coming. The animosity between us sisters was building up so hotly in this tiny house, she must've seen it coming. She had to. She barely had time to watch Vanna turn all the letters before I pounced on her. Slamming the brass holder into her wanting skull over and over again. Her body fell limp before me and slid to the floor.

"Jack Sprat Could Eat No Fat," declared the woman on the TV screen.

Now you would think that I would be in a hurry to cover up my crime, considering my younger sister would be home any minute. But no, oh no, I am not so sure I am done just yet. You see, I want to see who wins today's round of the Wheel first. Who wins that damn grand prize.

So what do I do? I push Tess' limp ass over on the floor so I can get to the lazy boy chair. It's still warm from her now cooling flesh. "Hmm, chips," I murmur to myself, "yes, I'd like some chips Tess." They were good. But somehow considering today's triumphs they tasted even better. Like something to be savored and not stuffed down your throat like so many pieces of humble pie.

I'd like to think that somehow Tess was with me right up until the end when the fat woman in the yellow dress won the grand prize and hugged Pat so damn tight I thought his head would deflate. That fat ass. She reminds me of my mom's fat ass. Always stuffing food in her mouth. I'm glad I dealt with that fat ass already.

But now, as the credits for the Wheel flash before us I notice that Tess did actually make it through to the end. In fact, the bitch is trying to crawl away.

Perhaps that good ol' brass stick wasn't big and brassy enough. So I go outside to the tool shed...