52. Daddy
Daddy
Elliot
Why in the fuck is he here? From what Spencer told me, my parents didn’t know where Robert was. Now I find them both doing weird shit behind a secret door?
What. The. Fuck.
“You will explain now,” I growl. I don’t care who he is or what he is doing, I want answers.
Before he can open his mouth, my biological father walks out of the door and stands beside Ernest. He lays his hand on his shoulder and smiles at us.
“I knew you would bring her back, Elliot. You really think I didn’t know who you were the moment you showed up at my front door pretending to break down? I’m not that stupid, Son. Did you fuck my pretty little girl? She’s got an exquisite pussy on her. You’d know that though. So why did you bring her back?” He asks me.
“What the fuck is going on?” I scream.
“Let’s sit and have a little chat, shall we?” He replies. “We have a lot to discuss.”
I shake my head and pull out my knife.
“No talking. I don’t care. We came here to finish you off. Something you deserve,” I growl, stepping forward.
I don’t give a fuck that Ernest is here. That won’t stop me from killing this piece of shit and putting an end to Dynah’s misery once and for all. We can question Ernie later.
“Is that anyway to treat your Father?” He tsks his teeth. Leaning down, he whispers in Ernest’s ear. Ernest’s face pales and his eyes look ashamed as he turns around and heads back through the door.
“Wait!” Spencer yells, moving to follow him.
“Spencer. We will talk to him later, stay here. Please,” Dynah says, grabbing his arm and holding him in place. “I know you want to go after him, but he isn’t why we came. We will figure it out later. After we kill this piece of shit.”
He stops moving and looks down where she grabbed him.
“Fine, but let’s just get it over with. The sooner the better,” he replies, loud enough that we can all hear him.
Robert chuckles darkly, Dynah bites her lip in nervousness, and my hand tightens on my knife.
“Start explaining, ‘ Father .’ We’re all waiting,” I say aloud.
“Where do you want me to start?” He laughs, turning around and walking to his podium.
I follow his steps, keeping my knife pointed at him, waiting for him to continue. Things weren’t supposed to be like this. We planned on finding him alone. Dynah was going to make the kill and then we were going to leave and everything would be done.
Now I don't think things can get any worse or twisted. None of this is what we planned. Screw letting Dynah kill him. I’m going to cut his guts out and hang him with them. I want to burn him alive from within the church, setting fire to everything he has ever touched with his grimy hands.
“Let’s start from the beginning shall we?” We all stand in silence, letting him tell his side of things with a sickening smile on his face. “When you were born, you were the brightest thing in my life. I never wanted to let you go, but your cunt of a mother decided it was best to leave me and hide. So, when you two left, I did everything in my power to track you down. It wasn’t until you were about five or six, that I finally found the dumb bitch. She was struggling to keep you alive and fed, so I put her out of her misery and took you as payment. You’re my Son. I was just trying to help.”
He walks away from the podium, shoves his hands in his pockets and walks down the steps to the pews. I follow him, not letting him blink without me seeing. I don’t trust this fuck at all. I want to get it over with already, but we clearly need him to keep going– keep explaining.
“By the time all that happened, I had already met Dynah’s mother. Now I had a sweet little girl. I adopted her and played nice with her Mother until the papers went through. But, then I brought you home. You and Dynah got too attached to each other too quickly. You would sneak into her room and sleep with her. You two would play games of hide and seek, hiding from one another, and it pissed me the fuck off. I couldn’t let my children be together. You’re step-siblings. I don’t care that you two were only little kids, it was going too far too quick. So, I made a phone call to Ernest and Jenelle and had them come take you away from my sweet little girl. I just couldn’t have you tainting something so pure.”
I growl at him, and finally cross the distance to him, pressing my knife to his throat. He just smiles with sympathy in his eyes.
“You have two more minutes to talk before I kill you. Hurry up,” I tell him.
“You’re so feisty. I should have kept you instead of her,” he laughs quietly.
“One minute. No longer you son-of-a-bitch.”
“Okay, okay. I was keeping Dynah for myself for a long time, but once I finally realized that I could gain the finances from selling her body, I used that to my advantage. She turned a pretty penny until the day I decided she was done. I was going to make her the next sacrifice, but she escaped instead,” he seethes. His head turns to her and he grimaces. “Ungrateful girl. You were going to feed God so he could keep the rest of us pure. You were going to be the best sacrifice we've ever had. But you had to get up and run instead.”
Dynah pales, and turns away, staring out of the side windows. It’s dark, and she can’t see anything outside, but she doesn’t need to. I know she is lost within her own mind.
“Thirty seconds,” I say.
“That’s it, Son. I got a call from the police saying they found her, and I picked her up. I was going to kill her, but you got to her first. Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t killed her yourself. I’ve kept an eye on you over the years, you seem very educated in slitting throats. Tell me– why didn’t you kill her, Elliot?”
“Because the only person here worthy of dying is you .” I start to press the knife in further, cutting into the skin as he smiles widely, but Dynah interrupts me first, snatching the knife out of my hand and pushing me to the side.
“No, Elliot! Don’t kill him. You can’t,” she cries. Robert smiles as his step-daughter stops in front of him with the knife. “I’m so sorry, Daddy. I won’ t let him kill you.”
“I wouldn’t have let him. It’s just me and you now, right? You’re all I’ve got. Do you understand now?” He asks her, reaching up and tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear.
“Yes, but your baby girl still wants to make her Daddy proud? Do you still want to fuck me? After all you just said?”
“Always,” he replies with a glint in his eyes.
I’m on the verge of puking, but I tuck my hands into my pockets and let her continue. This is how she plays with her kills, amping them up and turning them on before she strikes. It’s disgusting to watch her own father get so hot and heavy just from her words.
“Place your hands on my hips and don’t move them. It’s my turn Daddy. My turn to show you how to feel good. Elliot won’t know what he’s missing.” She leans down and whispers in his ear, loud enough I can still hear her. “I haven’t fucked him Daddy. You should be proud of me.”
Robert grins as his hands grab her hips and allows her to sit on his lap. She starts moving back and forth slowly, grinding on his lap. When she throws her head back, I catch her eyes. She looks at me before she winks and I know she’s about to go for the kill.
“Yes, Dynah. Be a good little girl and grind on daddy’s lap,” he tells her. She pulls her head back up with the knife still in her hand.
With one clean motion, she slides the knife across his throat. His skin instantly breaks upon contact, the blade pushing in and cutting open his flesh. Blood pours out of the wound as his eyes widen. He doesn’t try and scream or talk. He just stares at her with that sickening smile on his face as he bleeds out.
I had so many plans for him. I was going to torture him, hang him from his precious cross and cut open his body. I was going to make him feel the same pain as Dynah did for her entire life, but I can’t. I couldn’t. I was just going to slice his throat and be done with it.
I couldn’t let him keep going. I couldn’t let him live a second longer, because if he did I would’ve snapped. I would have lost whatever humanity I have left, and I would’ve killed anyone and everyone who gets in my way.
I can’t allow myself to lose to the blood and gore. I can’t leave Dynah with all the bones and remains of those who I’ve killed. That’s not fair to her. This was her kill– her traumatic past that she needed to close the door on.
“Spencer,” I gasp. Searching for him once Robert’s life finally fades from his despicable life.
“He left. He went after his dad right before I traded places with you,” Dynah whispers as she crawls off his body.
“Little Raven, come here. Please,” I ask her.
“I– I can’t–.” She turns to me, her cheeks puffy as she starts crying. “I didn’t know the whole story Elliot. I’m so sorry. I didn’t–”
I cross the room quickly, grabbing the knife from her, wiping it off, and tucking it in my pocket. I lace my hand in her hair, pulling her to me by the back of the neck.
“Shhh. It’s over, Darling. He’s dead. It’s all done.”