With one quick decision it all ended. My pain and suffering. The last 9 years of hell had finally ended. One quick backlash of emotion and force and that's all it took.
It was a typical rant of his. In his drunken stupor, one that he rarely came out of, he started blaming me for my mother's death. Saying: ‘If you weren't here then your mother would still be alive.’ or ‘It's your fault she's dead’.
Honestly I was way past the point of being sick of it. The whole ‘It's your fault thing’ stopped working on me years ago. I had found out the whole cause of the accident that killed my mother. I was talking to my friends dad, Karen's father, Mr. Fullter. He told me the cause of the accident was drunk driving. Courtesy of my father.
That was 3 years ago when I found out. I had been taking all the flak out of guilt. Accepting the beatings and the curses and it wasn't even my damn fault. So I started avoiding home more often. Staying the night at friends house more often. I hated my father before, for everything he did to me. When I found out though? Despise is putting it lightly. Everytime I see him, hear him or think of him I get angry. So I stopped going home, looking at him, thinking of him. I distracted myself and slept at other places. I only went home to get clothes or something else. Never staying long enough for my father to notice me.
And that's why I'm in this predicament. He caught me when I was on my way out. I wanted to sneak in and get the rest of the money I had stashed. My room was a mess. Obviously someone had been digging recently. Again. I hide my money in a secret compartment under the closet door. The dipshit only checked the closet, not the underside of the door.
Well he caught me when I was sneaking out and fighting followed. He did his whole guilt trip thing, but I fought back. I yelled back saying he was driving while drunk, and that it was his fault. Well it caught him off guard, and he looked stunned. So I went to leave through the backdoor in the kitchen when I suddenly felt pain from my back and head. The motherfucker hit me with a chair. Threw it actually, but details. Obviously I wasn't ready for it but I caught myself on the counter. Afterwards he swung his bottle, half empty by the way, and hit my arm. Well it wasn't a full hit and slid off my arm but I'm sure my forearm was going to have a massive welt tomorrow.
The bottle hit the counter, making it shatter and sending glass everywhere. I started backing up to get a kitchen knife, and when I grabbed one in the holster I slipped and landed on my ass. Luckily my ass didn't meet glass but, I stuck out my hand to break my fall and that did meet glass. So with a piece of glass in my hand and in a shitty position I kicked out at my dad's knee. The effective snap I heard confirmed that his knee was now broken. I never was one to miss an opportunity so with adrenaline pumping through my veins I hoped up onto his beer belly with the grace of an autistic swan and stabbed the knife four inches deep into his skull.
That was the end of dear old dad and now I'm washing my hand. A little difficult to do with a piece of glass lodged in there but a quick yank should fix that-”Arrregh!”- that hurt more than I thought it would. I quickly washed out the hole in my hand and wrapped it up. Always wrap it up kids- Pro tip.
Now that the adrenaline is clearing I can think a little. I'm gonna have to get rid of the body and the evidence. Glancing over at the corpse an idea pops into my head. With swift movements I ran to my room and grabbed the super glue. Luckily blood hasn't started pouring out yet so I quickly put super glue all over the wound where the knife is, and on all of the holes on his head. Wouldn't want any blood dripping out from his ears while moving him. Eyes, ears, nose, mouth and knife have been completely sealed and he's ready to be tossed like trash.
I need to move him, so I grab him by the arms and try to pull but-”hnnnnnnnnghuh”- this fat sack of shit is too damn heavy to move by myself. He's easily over four hundred pounds and I can only bench half that. Thinking over it a little I'm gonna need some help. Wheelbarrow ain't gonna work so I'm gonna need something better. I really don't want to do this but…
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Taking out my phone, which now has a nice crack along the screen, most likely from it's unfriendly run-in with the countertop, I dial the number of my three friends. The only people I can trust on this planet. I called up Matt and told him I needed help and to bring his sled. He asked why but I just asked him to hurry. He said he was gonna bring Karen. That was good. It would save me time. Lastly I called over Andre. I've known Matt the longest since we're cousins, but Andre is definitely my closest friend. I would spend most of my time with him and his family. He's my best friend and the closest thing I have to a brother. I told him I fucked up and needed help. He asked where and I told him my house. I think he knew what happened when I told him where to go, but none the less he still came over. I wasn't sure what Karen would do since her dad was a cop, but I still trusted her.
After about ten minutes Andre got here, and five minutes after that Karen and Matt got here. Andre reacted better than I thought, and when I asked him how he knew he responded with:” I didn't know for sure but I guessed it was gonna be somethin like this. I thought someone was gonna get hurt when ya started sneaking back in to get stuff, but I didn't think it was gonna be somethin like this”. He didn't judge me or anything after that. He just said he would've done it sooner.
Matt's and Karen's reaction were a little more hysterical and they were obviously freaked out by it more than Andre.
“It's alright Stephen, we'll call the police and get this sorted. My dad will help out. Right, Matt?” Karen told me.
Matt didn't look too happy about that idea. Whether because the police aren't fans of our family or because Matt doesn't think it will go so well. I knew it wouldn't so I said:
“Fuck that. The police have never helped me before with this sort of problem, and I know for damn sure they ain't gonna help now. ‘Sides, I already got everything ready to go. He didn't spill a drop of blood, I made sure of that, and I wrapped the body already. If we call the police I'm fucked.”
Andre responded: “I agree with Stephen, we need to get rid of the body. He's a drunk who only stepped out to buy beer and beat his son. No one's gonna look fer 'im and no one's gonna care if he's gone.”
Karen really didn't like this idea: “No! We need to call the police! How can you even say that?! And why the fuck did you fuck with the body?!”
I snapped back: “I had no intention to call the police that's fucking why! I called you guys here because you're all my best friends! If you don't wanna help then get the fuck out! How could you even suggest that dammit, the only helpful thing your dad's ever done for me is tell me how my mom died. He never helped when my dad beat me for nine goddamned years, so why would I trust him or any other officer?! I trust you Karen, not your dad or his job!”
That shut her up. She didn't look happy, but it looks like she knew why I called her. As if something clicked she said: “Is that why you had Matt bring his sled? To move a body?”
I responded with a snarky “Bingo” while snapping my fingers at her.
She rolled her eyes and looked she was gonna say something until Matt said: “Alright, I'll help ya cuz. I couldn't help much before but I'm here to help now.”
“Thanks Matt, I appreciate it.”
As if caught up in the moment Karen yelled out: “Fine! I'll help too. You asked for my help after all so I'll help. I don't agree with what we're doing or how we're going about it but, I'll help nevertheless.”
Caught up in emotion I was only able to croak out a quiet:”Thanks”.
It made me very happy to have friends like these. They were more like family then friends, and they were even gonna help me with something like this.
Clearing my throat I said:”OK let's do this...he's fat as fuck so I think we're all gonna have to hoist him up on the sled.”
Matt asked: “So where are we bringing him? Obviously the sled wasn't for bringin’ him to the backyard.”
Right he was. There was a spot far out in the woods I found last year. It's pretty far but I've left markers for where it's at. I responded with: “I've got a spot in mind, but it's a good distance away.”
“Alright. If you have a spot so we're not just wandering around with a corpse then it's all good.” Matt responded.
“Stephen did you think about this before? I mean, you even have a place to dump the fucking body, Jesus is this premeditated?” Karen asked. Some pretty tough questions there.
“Have I thought of this before? Every damn day Karen, every fucking day. Is this premeditated? No. I wouldn't have called you guys if it was. I would have had everything taken care of. I wouldn't have had to get you guys involved if I had it all planned out, but he almost killed me so I used what was around me to defend myself. There. You satisfied? Happy? Can we get a move on before it turns night? My whole right side hurts and I just wanna sleep and let my body heal. So? Anything else?!”
Andre suddenly chimed in: “Do ya already have shovels n’ shit or are we gonna dig with our hands?”
Taking a sigh at a question that doesn't irritate me I explain how my father had a bunch of equipment from when he worked construction. After that we packed up the gear and left to the spot I found before.