Turning around to head in the direction where my father must be, I stopped cold. Paralyzed by the visual in front of me, my eyes dropped to the body lying on the floor. Blood matted to her frizzy, red hair. I took in a deep breath as her lifeless, brown eyes gazed into thin air.
My eyes swept the room, and what I saw next shocked me. I held my breath as I stared into her dark, green eyes.
“Please, I can’t...I can’t,” she stuttered and gasped for air.
She tried to speak more, but I couldn’t make out the garbled words coming from her mouth. The sounds of my harsh breaths drowned out everything else in the room.
I saw the shine of the blade before it disappeared into her soft flesh. As he slid out the blood-coated knife, I watched as the deep, red liquid dripped to the floor. I felt my stomach tighten, as he shot me a wicked smirk and plunged the dagger into her body once more.
The gurgling sound as she choked on her own blood had frozen me in place. I wanted to hear it again, to hear the sounds of death. The red stain gushing from her lips mesmerized me. I wanted to touch it, to feel its warmth.
I saw her saddened eyes flutter and close while I squeezed mine shut. Everything around me fell silent.
My heart pounded so hard I thought it would explode.
My eyes flew open and he leaned over her body as she took her last breaths.
“No!” I screamed, and I swung the bat at his head, hitting him square in the temple. The cracking sound only fueled me more. I kept striking him. Once, I wanted more. Twice, I needed more. Three more times I struck as he fell to the concrete.
Rage consumed me, madness burned through my veins, scorching me until I couldn’t think clearly.
Sienna was dead. He killed her. Murdered her as I watched.
I woke up panting, sweating, and shaking. “It was just a nightmare,” I reassured myself.
But I wasn’t in my bedroom. I could still smell the scent of their blood on me. A high-pitched scream escaped my throat as I slowly turned to my side. My eyes grew wide at what I saw. What the hell have I done?
As I approached the bodies lying in pools of blood, sheer panic washed over me, quickly replaced by a longing feeling as I picked up the blade. I didn’t get the chance to use it this time.
Disoriented and startled awake by the thunder, I tipped the glass and emptied the scotch, hoping the burning sensation would calm the unsettling feeling those memories always caused me.
The memories of a night like this, of the moment I became a monster.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen