Paranoid Ecstasy
16th August 2009, 09:11 AM
I noticed there was something wrong with Emily today.
The young giddy little girl who once brought a smile to my face seemed empty and lifeless.
I asked her what was wrong.
No reply.
I started to become sad myself.
Why was this amazing little girl so horrified?
As I looked into her eyes I saw her cringe from pain.
I begged her to tell me what was wrong.
She was so scared that she wasn't even crying, she just sat there shaking.
I saw her shoulder twitch, was she hurt?
When I raised her sleeve I started to sob when I saw she was covered in cuts and bruises.
I asked her who did it. She still wouldn't answer me.
I became aggravated and started to yell, "Who the fuck did this?"
I asked was it your mom? Your brother? Your father?
She cringed again and started to sob.
That Fucking drunk asshole!
I started to pace around muttering the worst profanities.
I grabbed my buck knife before bolting out the door.
She only lived a few houses down.
When I reached her house I ran up to the door, kicking in a hole by the handle.
I unlocked the door and kindly let myself in.
That ignorant maggot was lying on the couch with a bottle of Whiskey in hand.
I walked directly in front of the T.V., took his whiskey and hurled it against the wall.
When he saw his only happiness in his life shatter on the wall, he quickly staggered trying to stand up.
"Whatsa matter wit ya boy? I outta take you out back and..." was all he said before I interrupted him.
"Shut the fuck up, you worthless shit! Did you hurt her?" I asked furiously.
"Hurt who boy?"
"Emily, you moron! If you hurt her I swear to God..."
He quickly interrupted with a smirky "Swear to God what? You aint gonna do shit, your a failure just like your faggot father. You can't do shit."
I took that hillbilly scum by the shirt of his neck and slammed his face with a haymaker to the nose.
Then I asked again "So now, did you hurt her?"
He replied with a laugh. "What's so fucking funny "boy"
Is it funny to hurt your 5 year old daughter?"
He just kept laughing as blood trickled down from his nose. I clenched my fist in anger and disgust. "Yeah that bitch broke a lamp today, so I broke her little arm."
I couldn't believe what he just said. How could he be so cruel to his own blood? "After that I took my naughty little girl and made that skank suck on Daddy's lollipop. After I blew my load in her curly little blonde hair, I fucked that little tiny cunt till she cried."
Everything started to flash red and the next thing I know my buck knife is penetrating his neck over and over. The more he gasped the bigger my smile grew.
"Now YOU know what it feels like to be raped by a bigger man"
As I said that I remembered I had left Emily home alone. "FUCK!" I left that drunk on the floor in a puddle of blood and whiskey. As I was rushing home I was hoping that she was ok, will I need to take to the hospital I thought.
"I can't believe he would hurt her", I muttered to myself. "Shit!" When I got home I noticed in the midst of my anger I left my front door open.
"Emily?", I called through out the house. There was no answer. I started to panic.
Where the hell could she have gone? I hurried outside hoping she hadn't gone too far.
The first thing I notice is a crowd of people at the stop sign huddle around a car. What were they all looking at? I shoved myself to the front only to see that beautiful little blonde girl lying in a puddle of her own blood.
The young giddy little girl who once brought a smile to my face seemed empty and lifeless.
I asked her what was wrong.
No reply.
I started to become sad myself.
Why was this amazing little girl so horrified?
As I looked into her eyes I saw her cringe from pain.
I begged her to tell me what was wrong.
She was so scared that she wasn't even crying, she just sat there shaking.
I saw her shoulder twitch, was she hurt?
When I raised her sleeve I started to sob when I saw she was covered in cuts and bruises.
I asked her who did it. She still wouldn't answer me.
I became aggravated and started to yell, "Who the fuck did this?"
I asked was it your mom? Your brother? Your father?
She cringed again and started to sob.
That Fucking drunk asshole!
I started to pace around muttering the worst profanities.
I grabbed my buck knife before bolting out the door.
She only lived a few houses down.
When I reached her house I ran up to the door, kicking in a hole by the handle.
I unlocked the door and kindly let myself in.
That ignorant maggot was lying on the couch with a bottle of Whiskey in hand.
I walked directly in front of the T.V., took his whiskey and hurled it against the wall.
When he saw his only happiness in his life shatter on the wall, he quickly staggered trying to stand up.
"Whatsa matter wit ya boy? I outta take you out back and..." was all he said before I interrupted him.
"Shut the fuck up, you worthless shit! Did you hurt her?" I asked furiously.
"Hurt who boy?"
"Emily, you moron! If you hurt her I swear to God..."
He quickly interrupted with a smirky "Swear to God what? You aint gonna do shit, your a failure just like your faggot father. You can't do shit."
I took that hillbilly scum by the shirt of his neck and slammed his face with a haymaker to the nose.
Then I asked again "So now, did you hurt her?"
He replied with a laugh. "What's so fucking funny "boy"
Is it funny to hurt your 5 year old daughter?"
He just kept laughing as blood trickled down from his nose. I clenched my fist in anger and disgust. "Yeah that bitch broke a lamp today, so I broke her little arm."
I couldn't believe what he just said. How could he be so cruel to his own blood? "After that I took my naughty little girl and made that skank suck on Daddy's lollipop. After I blew my load in her curly little blonde hair, I fucked that little tiny cunt till she cried."
Everything started to flash red and the next thing I know my buck knife is penetrating his neck over and over. The more he gasped the bigger my smile grew.
"Now YOU know what it feels like to be raped by a bigger man"
As I said that I remembered I had left Emily home alone. "FUCK!" I left that drunk on the floor in a puddle of blood and whiskey. As I was rushing home I was hoping that she was ok, will I need to take to the hospital I thought.
"I can't believe he would hurt her", I muttered to myself. "Shit!" When I got home I noticed in the midst of my anger I left my front door open.
"Emily?", I called through out the house. There was no answer. I started to panic.
Where the hell could she have gone? I hurried outside hoping she hadn't gone too far.
The first thing I notice is a crowd of people at the stop sign huddle around a car. What were they all looking at? I shoved myself to the front only to see that beautiful little blonde girl lying in a puddle of her own blood.