Daddy Pleasee 2

You see, before my mother got sick, I had a great life, and I was a pretty good kid. I wasn’t perfect, of course, nobody is. But I had been my own person, having my own friends, my own personality. I didn’t care what people thought and lived my life to the very fullest. My mother and dad had a great relationship, very scarcely ever fighting, and when they did, it was always to the minimal. Never lasting long, or getting to heated. My sister, Dequin, had been 23 years old and had her own life away from here. Here, being Jaylop County.

When she had found out that my mom was in the hospital, suffering with developing cancer, she automatically relocated back to this drab of a town. She even switched colleges, and got a brand new job here. Most of the time she was at the hospital when she wasn‘t working or at school, like me, but when she wasn’t, she’d be at her apartment. Unlike my father, her job pays really well. She works at some telemarketing place, so I’m not sure how. Actually, my fathers job did pay well, until he lost it struggling to bear with the

pressure of my mother dying. Now we can’t even pay for her hospital bills, even though they did nothing to decrease the chance of her dying. I used to be pretty spoiled also. I always got everything I ever wanted, not deprived of one bit of teenagerism. I still have everything I owned before we went poor, so I get along pretty well. The money my dad does have, though, comes from some unknown location, and I never ask where, always relieved there’s even money for food, and all the bills with the help of my sister. Truthfully, I think it’s from where he had saved up before, but I’m not fully sure. But we do get by. Even if we do ever need extra money, my sister’s there to supply it for us. Not that my father likes doing that. Oh, no, he doesn’t like asking my sister for a little cash, but he doesn’t mind slaughtering innocent children for his own, mind twisted sickening enjoyment.

Anyway, my best friend Harlem , just moved to California. She was my anchor, my support system when my life had been crumbling into a bunch of nothingness. About 3 months ago, when my mom had just been put into the care of Yunington Hospital, I had been practically living at Harlem’s house, when I wasn’t at the hospital, that is. Of course, her being the most caring person I know, and my best friend, hadn’t minded in the least. When I would start crying, she would always lift my spirits by doing something to make me laugh. We always laughed a lot. Then, her dad had gotten a job, with more mula, in Cali, and she had been pulled from our long lasting friendship. I still talk to her, but not for very long, in fear of running up the phone bill. She’s been gone about a month now.

My bestie being gone, my mother in the hospital, my dad changing, becoming more aggressive, I had changed also. Less social, more of a hermit. I didn’t talk much to anyone anymore. I even quit dancing, crushing my long time dream of going pro. My once, shy but bubbly personality, had turned into one of a loner. My days were always the same. Get up, get ready for school, go to school, come home, do my homework, eat, go to the hospital until my mother made me go home, then went to bed. I had no internet, no cell phone. My I-pod is what basically pushed me to live. My dad was always at the hospital, he only went home to sleep. Meaning I only talked to him when we were at the hospital, and that wasn’t near as much as it used to be. Like I said, he had changed. No more affection from him. No more hugs kisses, or reassurance everything would be O.K. Just the shell of a man I used to know. So basically, I only had my sister, who was always working, going to school, or at the hospital.

Then, Juffit, My loving companion, got hit by some drunk, incapable of being responsible, and not driving while intoxicated person. He only stopped, picked my dog up, dead I might add, and staggered back to my house, and gave him to me. And he smelled badddd! I just stood there for a while, staring down at my deceased golden retriever. Not long after, though, the shock of my dog dying hit me. I broke down.

Oh, and then, I fail algebra. My life is a living hell.

I walk home, numb inside, not wanting to deal with tomorrow, and all the people in it.

My house is empty as usual, and soon I find out there’s no electric. Of course, the bill hasn’t been paid. I stumble to the sink, turn it on, and discover there is at least water. I turn it off quickly , wanting to conserve as much as possible.

I took a quick, steaming shower. While I was rushing, I was also hastily shaving my legs, and sliced a piece of skin from my knee. This caused a gush of blood to spill out and run down the drain, along with the hot pellets of water dripping down my fairly slender body. I stared at it, while the images of Brian standing over the little girl flashed in my head like a never-ending nightmare. Brian, that was my dad’s name. Dad was no longer in my vocabulary, I no longer had one.

While I stared at the crimson of my blood swirling into the depths of blackness filling my drain, guilt and anger swept through my body, bruising my heart even more. A person was dead due to my stupidity. I shut off the water, and threw on some jeans and a tee-shirt in the light shining in from the open window. No electricity means no heat ,also, or phone. Damn, I’m gonna have to use my propane heater tonight. Until I can get a hold of Dequin, that is.

I really didn’t know what to do about my dad, though. I mean, these murders have been going on for a while now, you know, little girls being sliced up like they were nothing. And now I knew the source. But I wasn’t going to turn him in. I couldn’t. He’d just run. I had a plan. I would, definitely, let him know that I was aware of his obsession. Then, I would convince him I was on his side. You know, approve of what he was doing. And then, BAM! I’d convince him one day to let me go with him on one of his hunts for a little girl victim, then alert the police and ambush him. Perfect. For now , I’d go on living the way I am. Dequin will have to loan me money for the electric bill till my dad finds the money, and I’d also have to get money off her for food. She’s pretty well off for money, do it doesn’t hurt her to have to help me. I don’t know where I’d be without her. I’ll go on Walking everywhere while listening to my life supporting I-pod. The only way I can charge it is on my sisters laptop, though. I’d go see my mother every night, not letting her know of my fathers new life style. My sister wouldn’t know either. Not until I busted him anyway. Everything will be the way it has been for a couple months, and then my dad will get the surprise of his life.

Brushing my long, black hair into a sloppy bun, I applied some make-up, grabbed my I-pod, and made my way down the stairs, toward the hospital. It was about a two-mile walk and took me about an hour. Outside, the weather was a bit chilly, it being September and all, but I didn’t bother with a jacket. I shoved my head phones into my ear, and walked my normal pace alongside the cracked sidewalk. I looked at my I-pod and discovered that it was only 12. Most teenagers would be hanging out at the movies, or cruising around tin there brand new car. But no, my Saturdays are spent sitting in an all white room, monitors beeping, my mother sleeping, and my dad sitting in a chair looking like he was about to kill somebody, Which, he apparently did a good bit. My sister would show up about 6, give me and my dad the amount of money needed to live, stay for about an hour, and then head off to her full-time job. Of course, most college students don’t work full time jobs, but in order for her to help me and my dad exist, she has to. She’s constantly telling my dad he’s pathetic. Not having a career, depending on his college bound daughter for assets of life. He tells her that he loves her and he‘ll pay her back. Sometimes he actually does, other times he doesn‘t. This Saturday was no different. I walked in the hospital, directly to my mothers room. I could probably get there blindfolded by how many times I’ve walked this same path recently.

When I walked into the room, it was empty. Except for my mom of course. I turned of my I-pod, and shoved it into my pocket. I walked over to my mom, and stared down at her sunken in face. How, I thought, had my life come to this? I brushed back her bangs that were concealing her face. She may be sick, and very unhealthy looking, but she was still beautiful to me. I remember how loving, compassionate and caring she always was towards me and my sister. We never got yelled at, and when we did, it was only due to our carelessness of not calling her when we were supposed to. I missed those days, but didn’t get to recollect over them long. I heard Brian clear his throat as he approached the hospital bed containing my sickened mother.

“You’re here early today” He said, with a fake smile.

His hair, I noticed, was wet, and his clothes were different from his earlier wardrobe. He must have been to the house after I had, and then taken the bus back to the hospital, getting here directly after me.

I backed away from the bed and sat down in one of the not so comfortable chairs occupying the room. I couldn’t look him in the eye. Never would be able to again.

“Yea, nothing else to do, with the power shut off in the house and all.” I tried to sound casual, but I couldn’t hide the disgust in my voice.

He cursed and ran a hand through his damp hair. “I know, damn it, I’ll get it taken care of , Ayzolenn.”

Yea, I know, weird name. It was different. I loved it. But coming from his mouth, it sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

I looked up at him.

“How, where do you get the money you do have?”

“That, young lady is none of your worry.” He said, pointing a finger at me.

“Whatever” I mumbled.

He sat down in another one of the chairs, and said no more.

I grabbed the remote and turned on the lower grade T.V. , attempting to dull the awkward silence between the sicko and me. Tonight, I decided. Tonight, when he got home, I’d be waiting up, with a candle lit for me to see, and I’d confront him. About the murders, I mean. That’s the last thing I remember thinking before I dozed off into a much needed nap.

Ok,I know this one was boringgg, but form here on out, they will be beterr!! =)