As long as I can remember, I've never been able to express emotions like the rest of humanity. I'm abnormal, a freak, a monster. But I embrace my abnormalities. The first time I ever tasted blood was when my Father threw a chair at my face, causing a cut on my lip. I sat in a dark corner and got my first taste of it. Sweet and salty, with a strong taste of iron. That's when I began to bite my lips, just so I could taste more of the delicious crimson nectar.
Deep down I wanted to hurt him, to even kill him. I've been waiting to give him a taste of his own medicine for years now but never found the right time to strike. I entered the house as the wind began to turn cold. I walked to my room but he grabbed the collar of my shirt.
"And where do you think you're going faggot?" I could sense a hint of liquor on his foul breath. "To my room, alone." "No you aren't, you're going to cook me some dinner since your bitch of a mother is asleep." Fuck. You.
"Whatever." He sat in his torn recliner,"Don't give me attitude boy, I will teach you a lesson." I rolled my eyes and began to boil water on the stove to cook some rice. He blasted the TV and drank his beer. Shouting from the kitchen,"Could you please turn the volume down?" He didn't budge or even lift a finger, figures. Annoyed, I walked over and grabbed the remote out of his hand, turning the volume down. He shot up out of his seat and shoved me against the wall. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?"
He smashed the bottle against my head, sending me to the floor. I grunted in pain and touched my head, feeling the alcohol burn the wound. Great, it's also killing my white blood cells. "DON'T YOU TOUCH MY FUCKING REMOTE, DO YOU HEAR ME YOU LITTLE PRICK!?" I glanced at the stove, estimating the time I'd get there and throw the boiling water at him. Not quick enough, he's catch me. Worth a shot.
I bolted towards the stove. "Oh, I didn't say I was done with you!" He grabbed my shirt and slammed me against the wall again. His rough hands found my throat and started to squeeze. The lack of oxygen to my brain will cause me to pass out but if he continues, I'll be dead. I can almost reach the handle if I try. "I'm going to enjoy this Drew, I've been wanting to do this for years."
I reached for the handle and swung the boiling pot at him. Scalding his flesh. I bolted out of the door as I heard him scream in pain, with a hint of shock. Forgive me Mom.
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Blood Lust
Mystery / Thriller"Am I evil? Am I good? I'm done asking those questions. I don't have the answers. Does anyone? People see what they want to see, nobody knows what I really am. We create our own destiny everyday we live. How do you show someone real love you when yo...
