Vengeance is Now: Excerpt Chapter 1
Chapter 1
You’ve
never really lived until you’ve seen the life leave another human being. That’s what I wish I
would have told my narcissistic Aunt and Uncle whenever they came by my
mother’s apartment in the ‘Loin. “Slumming in the ‘Loin” is what I’d called it.
They’d only come by to brag about their latest extravagant vacation. I was only 10 at the time, though. You’ve never really lived until you’ve
seen the Eifel Tower. You’ve never
really lived until you’ve taken a helicopter ride along the coast of
Hawaii. My mother was ill most of
my childhood. Not ill as in cancer
or a debilitating disease like multiple sclerosis. She was sick in the head. She did the best she could for my sister and me while
dealing with her bi-polar outbursts and her schizophrenia. My father had left us the year
prior. Not that he was a
stabilizing force in our lives.
His idea of being a father meant thanking us for fetching him the glass
pipe. And her pompous fuck of a
brother and his whore wife had the audacity to rub their good fortune in our
faces. Almost dangling the hint of
a happy childhood in front of us – and then snatching it away at the last
second. If I only knew at 10 years
old what I know now.
Mother
always told us to relish in their stories and use our imaginations to fly away
and pretend we were actually there.
It must have been easier for her considering the amount of medications
she’d ingest on a daily basis. My
sister, Libby, who was eight at the time, took great pride in knowing when to
distribute her pills. She wanted to make sure and have them ready before the
alarm went off reminding Mother it was time for her medication.
Libby
was such a sweet girl until she was raped. One of Mother’s doped-up boyfriends, Doug, felt he wasn’t
receiving enough attention from Mother so he forced the attention from
Libby. I witnessed most of the
assaults from Libby’s closet and burned with rage – a rage I didn’t know how to
manage. I’ll never forget the
blank expression on her face when he would pull her panties down. Her eyes became vacant as if she
purposely left her body to escape the realization of what was happening. Her vacant stare. If I only knew then what I know
now. The closet is the only place
I feel I can collect my thoughts and pretend the life I was forced into wasn’t
real. I stole grease paint from a construction site and painted a giant eye in
the back of the closet. It was the only time I could feel noticed and
appreciated. I had to figure out a better way for that attention. National
attention. You’ve never really lived
until you’ve seen the sunset in Spain.
They
weren’t so pompous with their hands and feet tied up. They weren’t so eager to brag about their lives while being
stripped naked. I always knew my
aunt had a great set of tits. Her
nipples were inviting and my mouth watered, but this wasn’t about that.
“Why
are y-you do-doing this?” she asked with a frightened stutter.
Uncle
James was coming out of the baseball-bat-induced daze I gave him when I knocked
him to the ground. I placed the
plastic bag over his head and watched him struggle. Aunt Melanie panicked when
she fully realized they were going to meet their maker; whoever that was. His eyes fluttered and his chest
released the last gasp of air.
“Open
your eyes, fucker!” I yelled.
He
convulsed before the gurgling sounds ended. Yes! No more vacations for you! Why
didn’t I do it eight years ago when I was 10? Then I could have seen the joy in
Mother when I told her they were dead. My buddy Meyers would have loved it!
I
turned my attention to my aunt who sobbed uncontrollably or as best she could
with a gag in her mouth. The
adrenaline in my body was intoxicating. Unlike her pussy of a husband who
closed his eyes, this bitch was going to see me kill her. I saw the small box cutter sitting on
the table and grabbed it. She had lost consciousness from the shock. This
should wake her up.
I
pulled the skin from her eyelid down and placed the razor just below her
eyebrow and began the incision. How much pressure will it take to slice off an
eyelid? My inexperience made for
an uneven slice. I’m so much
better at it now. The sting from
the carving woke her up but she was still powerless. A very carnal moan permeated from deep inside her. After the second eyelid was intricately
sliced off, I wiped the blood away with her blouse. I chuckled at the fact that
the elasticity of her skin reminded me of peeling off one of those fruit
roll-ups. Mother used to give those
as treats when Libby and I first started school.
I
placed the plastic bag over her face and squeezed at the base of her neck. She was resigned to her fate. You could
almost hear the fear in her eyes. She took her last labored breath and her
chest was still. Oh, the vacant stare. Yes, you’ve
never really lived until you’ve seen the life leave another human being…
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