Daddy Please 12.

That one kiss might have been dreamy, but nothing else about that day was. After it had happened, Nell had pulled away quickly and rushed into pending plans of “Proving Ayzolenn’s dad is a serial killer”. Just peachy. One second he’s all “I’m doing this for YOU” and the next he’s all standoffish. Weird.

We sat in my bed for a about 3 hours, revising our plans. It would go exactly as we had said. I’ll go with my dad, Nell will follow *with a gun*, my dad will murder someone, if me or Nell can stand to let it happen, and Nell will call the police informing them that he saw someone get murdered. Tricky, it was, but hopefully it will work.

“Listen Ayz, I’m gonna go get ready now, and I’ll be outside at 11 sharp. Don’t look for me or act like you know I’m there. Everything is going to be fine.”

I sat still on my bed staring up at him.

“Okay.” I replied quietly. I guess he could see the fear in my eyes because a second later, I was in his arms, and he was in mine.

“I won’t let anything happen to you.” he muttered in absolute resoluteness.

“Nothing will happen to you.” and at that moment, I believed him.

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After Nell left I searched my closet for black clothes. Black clothes, sneaky, my plan. It all fit perfectly. But…if I was wearing black clothes when the police showed up, wouldn’t they suspect something? It would be weird, you know, me acting like the victim while looking like Buffy the Vampire Slayer. No. Instead I’m Ayzolenn the Serial Killing Dad Slayer. Haha.

I laughed out loud at my robust attempt to make a joke. Even if it was to myself. Scanning through my closet, I tried to pick out something victimish, and butt kickish at the same time. My eye caught on my plain grey t-shirt. Hmm..I like…with a black cami. I slipped those on and went back to look for pants. A skirt. Yes, perfect. I found a black denim shirt, and black leggings. Dark, and girly. Along with a perfect pair of grey flops, and my straight black hair, I looked the part. My dad might not totally approve, but it’s not like he knew my plan. I was doing NO killing tonight.

I passed my time by thinking about Nell *sigh* and soon *too soon* eleven o’ clock rolled around, and so did Brian. I felt the vibration of the door slamming, and I sat bolt upright in my bed. All around me was dark, and I couldn’t see a thing in front of me. So that’s why, as I heard Brian’s footsteps coming closer, I vaulted off my bed and switched on the light. Brian was leaning against the doorjamb in all black, a slightly amused smirk on his fatherly face. Fatherly. My ass. I backed up till the backs of my knees touched the bed, then plopped down.

Nobody spoke. Then, Clearing the silence. ….

“Are you going dressed like that?” he questioned cynically and the obvious fear I had had of him merely seconds before dissipated into hatred.Hatred gor dissing my get-up, of course. I was looking great, if I might say so myself. I stood straight and crossed my arms, glaring at him. I didn’t utter a word, though.

He raised a bushy brown eyebrow in question, and I just rolled my eyes.

“I’m ready.” I said stonily, and he just shrugged his shoulders, straightening.

He turned and started walking toward the stairs. I took a deep breath, calming myself, and followed, the only sound the clomp of his boots and the clip-clap of my flops. I turned out my bedroom light and, only led by the sound of Brian’s feet, followed him outside, and into the eerie night. Actually, it wasn’t as eerie as you would think it’d be. I’m with a serial killer, and my future husband *I wish*, is following us, so you think that might be a bit weird, but the night calmed me. With the faint bark of a dog, and the crickets making music, it seemed….serene.

We descended the porch steps and down the concrete walk. Brian abruptly stopped, and I nearly ran into his back.

“What the hell are you doing?” I whisper harshly, going to stand beside him.

He put a finger over his lips, and I obeyed his silent command. Because I knew what was wrong. He knew. Do not ask me how he knew, or how I knew he knew, I just knew he knew. He knew Nell was there. Well, maybe he didn’t know it was Nell. But he definitely knew that there was someone lurking in the darkness of our hedges.

“Listen,” I hissed, and went to stand in front of him, “either we go now, or we don’t go at all. Please, Dad.” I referred to him as “dad” on purpose, hoping he would get distracted. Dumb plan, I know, but it was the only thing I could think of. “I’m freezing my ass off ALREADY, and I just want to get this over with.” I pleaded. He sighed, and with one last hawk eyed scan of the area, grabbed my arm, and we were striding towards town.

I acted is if I didn’t know there was somebody following us and apparently Brian had no idea, because we stopped no more until we got to the brightly lit McDonalds. I followed him, struggling to keep up, amazingly, he’s old and in shape, weird, to the back of the fast food restaurant, and sunk into the shadows the same way he did. What we were doing here, I had no idea. Well, maybe a bit of idea, because behind the McDonalds was an apartment complex. Filled with PLENTY of people to victimize.

Even though I had thrown on my blue Aeropostale hoodie on before we left, I was freezing my ass off. I couldn’t feel my exposed toes, and every time my hair whipped around in my face from the wind, I’d brush it away, and jump at the coldness of my fingers against my face. They were both soon to be numb too. It wasn’t really the temperature that was so cold, but the wind.

I glanced over at Brian. And he was staring unflinchingly at a certain room on the bottom floor. He must have planned this out before, I thought.

I looked to where he was staring, and saw curtains fold back in one of the lit apartments. Staring out was a women. I was close enough to know that much. A woman with long hair, and a slender frame. It looked as if she were staring straight at us, but I knew that was impossible due to the shadows we were concealed in.

Suddenly, without warning, Brian moved forward, his pace at a speed-walk.

Slow down! I willed silently as I jogged to keep up with him. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me behind a tree just as the door to the apartment he’d been eyeing opened.