Daddy Pleasee...

Ok, I know I wasn’t totally looking my best. And that irked me. So I wanted, really bad, to go upstairs, take a shower, and come back down to chat with my long lost friend. Then again, I didn’t fully trust this dude enough to leave him down here alone. I decided to stay. I didn’t look THAT bad after all.

“Uh…Well, we don’t really have electric right now, so um, we’ll have to deal without.” I said to his questioning look.

He smiled and shrugged. “That’s okay.” He said.

I walked over to the cooler I had found and put ice and drinks in last night. Knowing sometime or another I’d get thirsty.

“Do you want something do drink?” I asked, digging in the cooler, searching for a Dr. Pepper.

He slid a chair out from the kitchen table, turned it around, and straddled it towards me.

“Sure, I’ll take anything.” He replied.

I gabbed 2 Dr. Peppers and slid a chair out from the table, then sat across from him.

He thanked me, opened his pop, and took a big drink. As he was swallowing the cold drink, he tilted his head up, revealing to me a very tan, and if I may say, even if it is freakish, sexy neck. Gawd, what am I a frikkin vampire?? Who checks out peoples neck? I am SUCH a weirdo.

Once he was done, he set the drink down on the table, and looked at me.

“So how ya been?” He asked.

I laughed spitefully, thinking about my present life.

“Wow, ummm,” I fiddled with my pop tab, and once I had broken it off, finally answered “My life had turned into a living hell the past 3 months” It was , after all, the truth.

He raised his eyebrows, and rested his forearms on the top of the chair, where your back was supposed to go. “How so? If you want to talk about it.”

Usually I wouldn’t have been so open. I mean, like I said, lately I haven’t been the most social of teen girls. But I guess seeing an old friend, and being so lonely lately made me feel like I should take the chance to actually get to talk about everything.

“Well,” I started, clutching my pop can, and down casting my eyes. “my mom recently got put ion the hospital with cancer. Therefore, my sister had to move back here and help take care of me. Not only me, but my dad since he had a breakdown after my mom ordeal. He doesn’t have a job anymore, and we can barely live. My best friend, you know Harlem, well, she moved, leaving me with nobody at all. My dog just died, so now I have no one to cuddle with at night, and I’m failing algebra.” I decided not to mention the surprising fact that my father is a serial killer. I mean, that might ruin the mood and everything. Not that there was much of a mood anyway, but still. I looked up, after hearing him sit down his pop can.

Nell’s eyes were full of sympathy, and he looked like he understood. Yea, right. Nell had always had the perfect family. Kind of like mine before everything went down hill. Caring mom. The best role-model dad anyone could ask for. Only child. His mother always did like me, and I always liked her cookies.

“I’m sorry, Ayzolenn. That sounds…………Hard.” He stopped then.

I waved a hand, as if dismissing his sincere admission. It was worse than he thought.

“No, it’s ok. Not your fault. So, where did you go?? When you moved I mean.” I looked at him expectantly. After staring at me for another couple seconds, he answered.

“We moved unexepectantly to Pennsylvania. Since you were gone, to camp, I think, I didn’t have a chance to say good- bye. My dad got a job there. It paid more. So he forced me and my mom to leave.” He smiled.

“I ended up really liking it out there. I’m going to college there, too. Just came here to my home town to see how much things have changed.” Still smiling, he added. “A lot of things have.”

I laughed. “Yea, some for better, some for worse.” By the way he was always smiling, I could tell he was good-natured. He had always been sweet, and funny in his own way. Also, smart. WAY smart. He always used to help me with my homework. Before he got to old to hang out with me. Now he was magnificent looking, topping off all his great qualities. Can you say dream guy????

“Yea.” He looked me over and made it obvious he was checking me out. Although, I couldn’t see how he would be able to tell what I looked like with this gigantic hoodie on. “But most for the better.” He smiled, again, and I raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll agree with that.” I said. Okay, so what? I was flirting. I mean, I at least deserve to flirt after what I’ve been through.

“So, how is your sister doing??” He asked. He had always had a crush on my sister. Whenever we would hang out he would always ask where she was, and want to talk to her if she happened to be around. I always yelled at him for it, though, because, I have to admit, it was annoying.

“Back to your old ways are you?”
I asked laughingly.

He smiled, and his cheeks reddened. He had, apparently, remembered the puppy love he’d had for my sister.

“No, I’m way over that.” He replied. “I was just wondering how she’s handling everything. You know, college and stuff.” He sounded and looked embarrassed, and it was adorable.

“I’m kidding. I know what you were talking about.” I said., “She’s good. But in order to help me and my dad, she has to work a full time job WHILE going to school.”

“Wow. I always remember the way you guys used to fight.” He had a kind of faraway look in his eyes, remembering mine and my sisters tiff’s.

“When we fought, man , we fought. Even though I’m 7 years younger, she had no problem slapping me.” I said, remembering an especially cruel fight when she had slapped me with a shoe, right across the face. I grinned, remembering the craziness of our arguments.

“I remember one time when we were boating, you were about 10, and she threw you in the lake. It wouldn’t have been so bad if you hadn’t though a fish was going to eat you.” He said, starting to laugh.

I remember this time with a clear view. And I remember being scared out of my wits. I started laughing too.

“Or the time when you decided it would be funny to replace her shampoo with your neighbors cat crap.” This caused me to peel out in a fresh fit of laughter. I could hear Nell in the back round laughing up a fit too.

Once we had calmed ourselves down, it got quiet, and I looked at him,

“You know, when you stopped hanging out with me and talking to me, it really hurt. I mean, even if you are older, you were one of my best friends.”

He sighed, and gazed at me with those beautifully unique eyes. “I know. I guess I just thought I was to old to hang out with little kids.”

“Hey!” I half yelled indignantly. “I wasn’t THAT much of a little kid.” He gave me a skeptical look, and I couldn’t help but smirk.

“Okay” I gave in. “maybe to you I was, but if you would have called me a kid then, I think I would have stabbed you in the eye.” I half laughed.

“Well,” He said. “I believe that. You could get mean when you wanted to.”

“That” I pointed out, “Is one thing that has NOT changed.”

“But one thing that HAS changed is me wanting to hang out with little kids.” He replied, a certain gleam in his eyes.

“Hmm..” I considered, pretending to think about this. “I don’t know if I really want to hang out with “big” kids. But I think I MIGHT reconsider.”

“Well, “ he said, standing. “Then we’ll just have to hang out sometime won’t we?” he asked. I stood up along with him.

“How about tonight?? Sayy….7?” he said.

Wow, I thought in my head. It’s been way to long since I’ve been on a date. I thought.

I smiled, “Mkk, Cya then.” And with that, he left.

I’m going to have a VERY busy night. First a date with my future husband, and then a night full of Serial Killer busting. I just hope along the way Brian doesn’t figure out my plan and decide I’m just a useless little parasite and decides it wouldn’t be to bad to turn me into a carving too.

I really don’t know what my glitch was. I mean, if I had found out my dad was a serial killer a few months ago, I wouldn’t be coming up with plans to catch him in the act. No way. I would have probably told my mom. Then cried. Over the months, though, I’ve taught myself not to cry, it doesn’t help it.

The foremost thing on my mind was hanging out with Nell. I mean, I haven’t been asked out in ages. Although, I couldn’t tell you why , because in my opinion, I’d think guys wouldn’t be able to stay away from my superb looks (cough, cough). Ok, whatever, so what, I’m more of a bitch that I used to be. But that doesn’t mean that I’m TOTALLY unapproachable. Since my life had crumbled I’ve only gotten in a few fights. So why don’t people treat me like they used to. I still have friends, but they are always different around me somehow. Standoffish. Oh, well, I thought. I do NOT need them.

I decided to take a shower, which, was freezing, I might add, and get dressed. This time I let my hair dry down, making it have little ringlets at the ends, which was at my elbows. I slipped on a simple pair of jeans, a orange cami, and yellow tee-shirt. After I had put on my make-up, I grabbed my ipod, fully charged, slipped on my clogs, and out the door.

I wasn’t up to going to the hospital at this moment, so I decided to go to my favorite place in the whole world.

The cemetery.

Don’t go thinking I’m some kind of creepy dead people fanatic or anything, but if you’ve ever been to a cemetery, you’d know it was super quiet. Quiet enough for me to think, and most likely, not be disturbed. As I approached the cemetery, though, I noticed a car parked near the front gates. Unless there’s a funeral or whatever going on, there id basically nobody here.

Now, though, it was one lone car. Meaning, that there wasn’t a burial. I turned off my ipod, shoved it inside of my pocket, and creeped through the giant graveyard gates. In the distance, I could hear somebody talking, and it was definitely a man. I stalked across the fallen leaves, careful not to step on a twig, letting him now he wasn’t alone. I ducked down behind a grave stone, and peeked around it carefully. Kneeling in front an exceptionally huge gravestone was and old man. I mean, really old. Cane and all. He kind of reminded me off one of the munchkins off of the Wizard of Oz. He was short and stocky, with little tuffs of snow white hair right above his ears.

I listened to him talking for a couple of minutes, and realized he was talking to the grave of his deceased wife. This made me tear up, and I had to leave before I actually cried. Gawd! I thought. I am such a big crybaby. I do NOT cry!! I was appalled with myself.

I decided to leave the old man and walk around the rest of the cemetery that was devoid of any people. Then I heard somebody coming toward me. What is it with this place today??? I , once again, ‘ducked behind a headstone large enough to hide me. I was really not enjoying being so close to the ground where a bug could crawl up my pant leg or something.

I watched another man pass by, and realized. As I watched his retreating back, that that man was my father. Saying I was surprised would be a definite over statement. Why was I not surprised. I followed him quietly, sure not to make him aware I was behind him. I soon realized we were gaining on the old man. I glanced at my father as he abruptly stopped. He pulled out a knife, and before you could say think fast, he was on top of the old man, slicing his face up. This time, though, I didn’t run. I took action.