Page 95 of My Dark Obsession
“Why did you hurt them;they were innocent” I managed to snap out. My throat was tight, my eyes stung and my chest aching. My body and my blackened damaged soul wanted me to cry.
“Innocent? If only you knew. Forget about them. They are gone!” He snapped back as he rose from his chair as dishes shook from the wall units and smashed to the floor.
Forget about them? How could I ever forget about them? He took them from me. Hurt them when I wasn’t here to protect them. Looking to where he stood in his pristine clothes and annoyingly critical face, I suddenlyknew what I needed to do. He needed to hurt as I did all those times, he needed to feel pain.
My erratic heartbeat slowed back to its calm beat as I stepped towards him, lifted the rusty pipe and swung it at his head with all my strength. His body fell with a thud to the dirty blood-soaked floor.
He cried out in pain and surprise before sputtering “Now, chil—”
“Child? I’m no child.” Stepping away from his crumbled form I carried on, my voice now firm and clear, “but you knew that didn’t you? Considering you hid my real age from me.”
Walking behind him as he grasped at his bleeding head, I planted my foot at his back and pushed him towards the open basement door. He must have been woozy from the hit because he rolled with ease before flying down the steps with another cry of pain. His lint-free suit was now covered in blood and grime.
I slowly followed after him, walking down each step and relishing his painful gasps against the cold concrete floor.
And there he laid on his back, his salt and pepper hair now turning red withmy boy’s blood.
Smash.
Scream.
Smash.
Each swing of the pipe brought beautiful screams from him as I breathed heavily through gritted teeth. I leaned down and bent each of his clenched fingers back with force, snapping each one as his screams punctured the air. I relished in his pain and panic.
This felt sofucking right.
If only the twins had been able to watch me finally hurt this monster.
My heart seized.
His back arched with another scream as I slammed the pipe down on him over and over again, the bloodied welts ruining his lovely white shirt.
“Stop!” He screamed.
“Why do villains always retell their story and plans when they are obviously caught?” I wondered aloud as I breathlessly took a break and sat next to Elfyn, stroking his hair back from his cold forehead.
“Why do they do that? Like no one actually cares. You’re caught. Yano?” Tucking the stained sheet under his chin and down the sides, I carried on stroking his little curls.
Looking over to Lynal as he gasped and gurgled on the sticky floor, I calmly switched my gaze to where the pipe usually sat and jolted.
Ravioli sat watching me. His black eyes held more intensity than usual.
He followed me from there.
How?
“You–you’re a poisonous monster. You’re a filthy Dark Witch!” Lynal managed to scream out as I continued to stroke back Elfyn’s hair, my eyes on the crow as an odd panic began to fill my chest the longer I stared at him.
Lynal groaned and cried on the floor like a little bitch, so I stood up and swung the pipe on his knee. The loud crack and his screams were like music to my ears.
“Just-KILL ME ALREADY” he screamed as I stared down at him in disgust.
Already? He begged for death, already?
“You don’t deserve the luxury of the release, you piece of shit!” I snapped. “Death is a paradise you should never be allowed to enjoy. The cold dark slip of death is a reward. Not a punishment!” My cool calm was beginning to fade at his weakness.
Standing over the weak little man I spat down at him. My spit landed right on his cheek before sliding down to his chin.
