she stands in the window, the wind blowing her gown letting her feel the highth of her building..she looks to the ground and then her stomach and sighs...she steps back and takes a deep breath...and finds its not worth two lives...one is painful enough...she looks to her bed where the worthless lump of a man lies..asleep and content she enveys him...she sits at her night stand and looks in the mirror...her beauty cant hide the pain..the rings under her eyes give it away..she feels the wend blow through the large open window and she walks to it..steps up and out onto the ledge...she laughs as the man sturs unaware of what shes doing and the pain it would cause him if she and the baby fell...she walks along the ledge...just to feel the air..a small thrill of what it would be like to end it...she smiles as tears make her make up run down her face in long black streaks she sits on the edge and lets her feet dangle under her...her white gown blowing against her she is relaxed and happy for the first time in a long time...the baby kicks inside her and makes her chuckle she says " dont worry love mommy is just trying to calm herself...she wont jump..she loves you to much to leave you alone." she walks back into the window and lays to sleep..to wake another painful day...
I hear a knock at the door and it opens before I can reach the knob..I gasp and say "what the hell are YOU doing here after 6 years?!" he says " I am your father..I have a right to know how my baby girl is doing!" my response is in a shriek of anger " I WILL SHOW YOU WHAT RIGHTS YOU HAVE!!!! I WILL SHOW YOU THE PAIN YOU CAUSED ME!!!" I knock him to the floor and hog tie him fully clothes so he is as uncomfertable as possible....and sa " now FATHER...how do you feel?" he says " like I want to kill you, you lil whore" I drag him to the bathroom and hang him above the tub and cut his chest deeply..as he grunts in pain I laugh and say " master can call me whore but not you, you worthless excuse for a man, you are not my father...you are just MY punching bag now.." He hangs above the tub for several weeks..only eating enough to keep him alive...everyday I go in and cut him deeper and deeper until the tub is full of his blood. One faithful day I walk in with a masked man..my helper, I give him an evil grin and say " its your turn now daddy!" still tied I cut the rope holding him in the air and let him drop into the tub of his oun blood. trying his hardest to get away and out of the ties i look at him and laugh histarically " your a funny lil man Don!" The masked man comes and holds his head under the blood..leaving him helpless..as I stand with my arms crossed with an evil smile across my face I see the last bubble come up..I take a glass and scoop up some of the blood from the tub..take a deep drin..smile and tell the masked man to clean up....
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Lordpeace
01:12 May 13 2009
i feel the intensity of your pain dear