Married To My Stalker (Editing)

Chapter 28

°•° Continuation of Fashback °•°

Daniel

I was woken up by someone shaking me.

I opened my eyes to see Emily freaking out.

It took me several seconds for things to sink in.

My eyes widened when I realized I slept in her room.

"Shit! I gotta get back to my room." I jumped out of her bed then ran to the door.

"Ah!" I fell down to the floor.

Fear went through my whole body when I saw Uncle Tom standing infront of me, furious.

He pulled the collar of my shirt, lifting me up. "What were you doing in my daughter's room?" He said, trying to stop the fury he has.

"I-I.. I-I was j-just.."

"What were you doing in there!?" He threw me into Emily's room.

"Danny!"

I fell on my back, my head banged on the floor. My vision went blurry for a moment.

"Wilma! Get his things!"

He pulled me again by the collar. He made me stand up. He dragged me downstairs.
We stopped at their door, he took my stuff from Aunt Wilma, then he threw it out of the house.

"Get out!"

"But U-"

"Get out of my fucking house!"

I nodded quickly, I ran out of the house. I looked back and saw Emily looking at me sincerely.

I stood up then picked my stuff up.

I walked away from their house as soon as possible.

That's the day when I planned how to torture Tom. How to make him pay for getting between our love.

But first I have to get rid of my old folks.

I furiously went back to our house. Time to get my drama skills to the test.
I knocked on the door. Then mom greeted me. She hugged me tightly.

I think I'm gonna miss you when I kill you, mom.

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Mom and dad talked about letting me live here again. I was laying on my bed, waiting impatiently.

It was already 12:23 am. I went downstairs and took a knife.

I quietly walked to their room.

Whom should I kill first?

Maybe I should kill mom first.
I went to their room and saw mom sleeping peacefully on the bed.

I raised the knife then stabbed it into her chest again and again. I pushed the knife as hard as I could into her skull.

Dad was finding his gun but failed.

"Bye dad."

I raised the knife again then stabbed it into his chest.
He kicked my leg causing me to fall.
He took the knife out of his chest then stabbed it into my back.

I fell to the ground.

I pulled the knife out of my back. I stood up, then ran for him.
I saw him in the kitchen talking on the phone.

911 isn't gonna save you from me.

I charge to him then stabbed his back several times.

His shirt was full with blood, he lie there on the floor with little life left.

"W-Why?" He managed to ask.

I laughed. I stepped on his chest then leaned down into his ear.

"You don't know how happy I am to do this. I've been stopping myself from killing you since I was 14. And now, I've done it. See you in hell, you son of a bitch." I dug the knife into his skull several times.

I picked him up and carried him to their room. I layed them the bed beside mom.

They look so peaceful.

I wiped my fingerprints off the knife. I left it insode my dad's head.
I took a picture as a souvenir.
I smiled to myself.

I packed up my things again.
I took their wallets, the keys to some of our summer homes and condos.

I left my home.
Two down, two more to go.

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☀The next chapter will not be a flashback anymore. ☀

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