Prologue #2
I met a girl who liked to be spanked and whipped as foreplay when I was sixteen.
I never thought about adding pain into the equation with sex, but once I started playing with her, I became addicted.
I loved everything about it. Their whimpers and cries turned me the fuck on. This only fed the monster I had become.
Was I like my father? Did I like to abuse women too?
I didn't want to face those answers, so I tucked them safely into the farthest corners of my mind, forgetting about them.
I wanted nothing to do with getting married or having children.
I didn't have enough empathy running through my veins to care for another human being who wasn't one of my siblings.
I did not want a relationship resembling my mother and father's. No. Fucking.Way!
He didn’t beat my mother in my presence like he used to. He would abuse her when I wasn't around, so I tried to be home as much as possible when he was in the house. She never deserved any of the shit he dished out. He was nothing but a fucking bully.
I am positive he stopped hitting her because I was a lot bigger than he was at this point. I sure in hell wasn't the same skinny, lanky boy he took pleasure in abusing daily. I was able to intervene without him retaliating.
He knew better than to try to lay a hand on me. I wouldn't have thought twice of knocking him on his fucking ass. Boy, how things have changed.
I was at least six inches taller and full of muscles. He was aware of the power shift between us, which made him angry, yet he didn't push the issue.
My mother did something stupid to set him off on this particular day.
He was already in a shitty mood when he walked in.
I paid no attention to him and went upstairs to lift weights.
I thought by my being in the house, he wouldn't abuse her physically, just verbally, which I could tolerate because he had been doing it my whole life.
Mom became braver when I was around, screaming right back at him.
Things were much different now than when I was too little to protect her, and she would cower in the corner shaking.
They were yelling at one another, but it didn't set any alarms off in my head.
It was evident he wasn't going to backhand her or beat her black and blue in front of me, so she gave it back to him.
I was happy she felt like she had at least a small measure of control after all these years.
I loved my mother, and I planned on getting her out of there as soon as I turned eighteen.
I stayed in my room, squeezing in a good workout.
I felt great after pumping iron, knowing I was growing into a buff monster while letting out a lot of steam to lessen the stress surrounding me.
I built up my body naturally. I never used steroids.
The yelling between my parents had lessened in the last fifteen minutes.
The chaos had stopped downstairs, affording me some peace.
After lifting for about an hour, I jumped into the shower.
My brothers were scattered around the house somewhere.
They usually stepped out of the line of fire when things got loud between our parents.
Thanks to my dad's old family money, we lived in a massive mansion with six bedrooms, six bathrooms, and a vast garden that spanned several acres around the estate.
It's too bad the whole family was miserable living in such luxurious trappings, never appreciating the surrounding beauty. We were all too busy trying to survive to pay attention to the opulence around us.
When I stepped out of the shower, I heard my father screaming bloody murder downstairs. This was very different than one of his usual angry outbursts. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Something was wrong.
I dried off quickly and threw on some clothes. I had purchased a 357 Magnum from a friend two weeks earlier for protection in case I ever needed it. I grabbed the gun, tucked it into the waistband of my jeans, and headed downstairs. I had it with my father's bull shit at this point.
My plan didn't include killing him; I took it as a cautionary measure.
I wanted to punch his fucking head in, not shoot him.
When I entered the parlor, he was hovered over my mother, screaming for her to wake up.
She was slumped forward on the floor with blood pouring from an open wound on her head.
The sticky substance was gushing from the injury, leaving a pool of crimson liquid at her feet.
My father's hands were coated in red. His expression was blank.
He looked at me first, then back at his bloody hands.
The whole scene was surreal. I ran over to them, pushed my father to the side, and cautiously cradled her head, being careful as I moved her.
"MOM!! MOM!!! Please answer me!" She lay perfectly still, not breathing.
She had struck the wall with such force that it tore a long gash across her skull that was opened to the bone.
My father stood there with the same blank look on his face. I pressed my blood-soaked hands over her wound, trying to stop the flow. It was no use. She was already dead from blunt force trauma and excessive blood loss. He must have done this while I was in the shower.
By this time, my brothers had come running into the room. Maxim kept calm, but Lev fell to his knees crying when he saw the homicide in front of him. He was sobbing and screaming. "Mommy! No, please, Mommy. Wake up, Mommy!!"
He was fourteen years old.
My father snapped out of his daze and yelled at Lev. "Shut the fuck up, boy! Nothing can be done now, and you howling like a goddam girl isn't helping. You're nothing but a sissy. Get the fuck up off the floor and act like a man."
My brother was still crying, paying no mind to my father. He was trembling and shaking so violently I thought he was having a fucking seizure. His body was going into shock.
My dad ran towards him, clenching his bloody fists in the air, snarling, and breathing heavily like a wild Boar. I gently laid my mother's head down on the floor, stood up quickly, and grabbed the gun from my waistband.
The front of my jeans was painted dark red, and the smell of blood assaulted my nostrils. It was the first time I ever encountered the strange scent, a mixture of iron and metal.
My voice was calm but very angry.
" Don't you fucking touch him, you mother fucker!" I sneered. I never used that tone with my father…ever! He immediately stopped and turned towards me, forgetting all about Lev. I had the gun loaded and aimed right at his fucking head. I bet he wasn't expecting that. He didn't move.
His voice was low and shaky.
"Now, boy, put that gun down before you do something you'll regret.
" Lev stopped crying and looked at me with a confused expression.
Maxim just stood there quietly, silent tears falling down his cheeks.
Neither one of them knew what to do. They were both traumatized seeing my mother's lifeless body lying there in a swirling pool of blood.
I looked at the two of them, nodding towards the second floor.
"Both of you get out of here. I'm going to remove this fucking cancerous tumor that has been feeding off of us for years, once and for all."
Neither one of them moved. They were both horrified. My voice was smooth and gentle. I didn't want them to lose their shit completely.
"Maxim, get Lev off the floor and take him upstairs to his room. I want you to stay with him. Do not leave him alone for one minute. I will deal with this piece of shit myself."
Maxim snapped out of his trance and pulled my brother from the floor, removing him from the crime scene in our living room. That just left me and my father facing one another. A hunter and its prey. This time, I was the hunter.
I was livid. All the rage I had held in for the last ten years bubbled to the surface like boiling water. Still pointing the gun at his head, I ordered him to kneel.
"Now look here, Dimitri.” He said nervously.
"I-I know you are upset with me because I was a bit too hard on you growing up, but it was for your own good, boy. I needed to toughen you up to work for the government. They can't take in sissies like your brothers. I always knew you were the strong one."
I looked at him, seething.
"Shut the fuck up, you piece of shit, and get on your fucking knees…NOW! Don't let me repeat it, or I will cut your throat and watch you bleed like a stuck pig."
My father threw his hands up in surrender.
"Alright, alright, son. Now, don't get excited. I'll do as you ask. We can talk this through. Like I said, I know I was harsh with you, but it had to be done."
He kneeled as instructed. The look of terror on his face was something I will cherish as long as I live.
I walked over and stood before him with an evil smile spread across my lips.
I brought my hand down and brutally whacked him on the back of the head with the muzzle of my gun, grinning from ear to ear when I heard the sickening sound of his skull cracking.
He immediately raised his hands to shield himself from another blow while begging me to listen.
"Shut the fuck up, you demented bastard!" I yelled.
"You think I am going to kill you because of the way you treated me?
That isn't the reason, you sick fuck. I am going to blow your brains out all over this floor because you tortured my mother for years and just killed her in cold blood.
I will show you the same mercy you showed her for the past eighteen years, you piece of human garbage. "
He tried covering his head with his hands to stop the bleeding. The red liquid trickled down the side of his temples and onto the floor.
"Please, Dimitri. I am your father, for God’s sake. Show some compassion!"
I aimed the gun right in his face, smirking like the devil.
Of course, father. I will show you the same compassion you showed all of us. I'll see you in hell, mother fucker!"
I pulled the trigger and blew his head clean off his shoulders. Blood spattered everywhere, along with grey brain matter that stuck to the walls, the floor, and my clothes. It looked like the Texas Chain Saw Massacre had visited our sitting room, and it didn't affect me at all.
The only thing that upset me was the death of my beautiful mother. I walked closer to where my father lay dead and spit on his lifeless body.
"Good riddance, you vile piece of shit!"
I looked at the mess in front of me, pulled out my cell phone, and dialed my uncle on my mother's side. I needed his help to clean up the crime scene and leave the country with my brothers.