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...