{"sf1_id":352014,"sf2_id":"rn60OLje","title":"BEL chapter two","author":"LillyAnne Hart","words":1609,"posted_at":"2012-03-10T05:02:00.000Z","tags":["Annabel","Jezebel","Killer","dad","mom","murder","two"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/352014-bel-chapter-two","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rn60OLje","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/64/d1/64d18957-ff41-4ce6-8bc8-aa536de506ce","description":"Chapter two! Hope you guys like it!","content":"_The night before_\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Mom, Dalton is throwing a party on Saturday.\u0026nbsp; His parents are going out of town, so he has the whole house to himself.\u0026nbsp; Don't worry; I'll be home before noon on Sunday.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You know you aren't allowed to go to parties without parental supervision.\u0026nbsp; Dalton knows that too.\u0026nbsp; I don't like the way he is treating you.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Dalton treats me better than anyone else does.\u0026nbsp; You should see the way Chad treats Emmalyn.\u0026nbsp; Let's just say, it's a wonder she isn't pregnant, the way he pushes her around.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"If Emmalyn was smart she would break up with Chad and find someone who respects her the way she deserves.\u0026nbsp; I don't want you to continue to date Dalton.\u0026nbsp; You deserve someone who will respect you and the rules you have to follow.\u0026nbsp; You aren't going to that party.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"So you let me wear close-to-nothing tops and skin-tight skirts and dance around for cheerleading, but you won't let me go to a small get together at my boyfriend's house?\u0026nbsp; This is so unfair.\u0026nbsp; I am going.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"No, you are not.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yes I am.\u0026nbsp; You can't stop me.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I am your mother and I decide what you can and cannot do.\u0026nbsp; I will not let you go to the party and that is final.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I-I hate you!\"\u0026nbsp; I started yelling.\u0026nbsp; I was beyond angry at this point.\u0026nbsp; She always thought she could control every aspect of my life, but she couldn't.\u0026nbsp; She was going to learn her lesson, one way or another.\u0026nbsp; \"I don't love you; I never have.\u0026nbsp; You are way too controlling.\u0026nbsp; I am going to the party, and _that_ is final.\u0026nbsp; I am going to bed now.\u0026nbsp; If you are smart, you will be out of the house before I wake up tomorrow.\"\u0026nbsp; I stormed up to my room and slammed the door.\n\n_The next day_\n\nI woke up to the sound of my mother putting a letter on my bedroom door.\u0026nbsp; I couldn't believe that she had the nerve to continue talking about respect.\u0026nbsp; First, Dalton didn't respect me, and now I don't respect her.\u0026nbsp; She had this crazy delusion that she could ground me from cheerleading.\u0026nbsp; She would soon learn that nothing could stand in my way.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I walked down the stairs and found my mother watching TV in the living room.\u0026nbsp; She looked back at me and gave me the worst death glare.\u0026nbsp; I gave it right back to her.\u0026nbsp; The whole house was silent as we held our intense gaze.\u0026nbsp; I broke the glare and walked into the kitchen to make my breakfast, when I saw my father's lunchbox on the counter.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Where is dad?\"\u0026nbsp; I didn't want to talk to my mother, but I wanted to break the eerie silence.\u0026nbsp; My father usually goes to work before I wake up, and gets home after I go to sleep.\u0026nbsp; But seeing his lunchbox on the counter meant that he could possibly be home and I could see him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Work.\"\u0026nbsp; From the kitchen, I could see her roll her eyes.\u0026nbsp; I could tell from her one worded answer that she didn't want to talk, which is why I kept asking questions.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Why is his lunch here?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"He forgot it.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"What will he do for food?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Either buy it or come home to get it.\u0026nbsp; Stop talking now, your pitchy voice is giving me a headache.\"\u0026nbsp; I wanted so bad to slap her, but I held myself back.\u0026nbsp; I took a deep breath and told myself she wasn't worth it.\u0026nbsp; I would get my revenge; I just had to wait for the right time.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; My mind ran wild planning my revenge, which caused nervous and excited butterflies in my stomach.\u0026nbsp; I wasn't hungry for breakfast, so I decided to skip it and make my lunch for school.\u0026nbsp; It was Friday, which meant my lunch would consist of a tomato sandwich and a small bag of potato chips.\u0026nbsp; I reached into the cabinet to my left to grab the bread, but an unopened jar of pickles fell out and shattered on the floor.\u0026nbsp; My mother jumped up from the couch and ran into the kitchen.\u0026nbsp; She was crazy mad.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Annabel Lane, that was a brand new jar!\u0026nbsp; I needed that for tonight's dinner!\u0026nbsp; I can't believe you did this, you little klutz! You are nothing but a pain, and I wish you were never born!\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"And I wish you were dead.\"\u0026nbsp; I grabbed a big knife from the knife rack to my right and shoved it into her left leg.\u0026nbsp; She screamed in pain and started to shout profanities.\u0026nbsp; I pulled the knife out and shoved it into her upper stomach, between two ribs.\u0026nbsp; She screamed again.\u0026nbsp; I couldn't help but to grin a little bit.\u0026nbsp; For once in my life, I was in control.\u0026nbsp; I pulled the knife out again, pushed her to the ground, and stood above her.\u0026nbsp; I felt so powerful.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I awoke from my power-hungry trance when I heard the garage door open.\u0026nbsp; My father walked into the kitchen and instantly stopped in his tracks.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"What have you done?\"\u0026nbsp; I could see the sorrow and fear in his eyes.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I killed her.\"\u0026nbsp; There was no use beating around the bush.\u0026nbsp; I was standing over a dead body holding a bloody knife.\u0026nbsp; He wouldn't believe me if I said I was making a sandwich.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"But why?\"  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"She was getting the way, holding me back.\u0026nbsp; She wished I had never been born.\u0026nbsp; If she had been dead sooner, she might have gotten her wish, so I granted it by preventing any more 'mistake' children.\u0026nbsp; I did her a favor.\u0026nbsp; She practically asked for it.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You are a monster!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I wish you hadn't said that.\"\u0026nbsp; By that point, I was standing in front of him.\u0026nbsp; I took the knife and stabbed him twice, in the same places, and pushed him to the ground.\u0026nbsp; He looked at me, and with his last breath, he said \"Why Annabel?\"\u0026nbsp; Then he was gone.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I washed the knife in the sink and watched the blood swirl down the drain.\u0026nbsp; The thin red liquid filled the bottom of the white sink, creating the most beautiful shade of pink.\u0026nbsp; A little drop fell on my finger.\u0026nbsp; I wondered whose blood it was; my mother's, my father's, or a mixture of the two.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I wiped my hands on a dishtowel and turned back to my parents.\u0026nbsp; They just lay there, but they didn't look peaceful.\u0026nbsp; The looks on their faces told me that they suffered.\u0026nbsp; That thought made me beam with joy.\u0026nbsp; For my whole life, they were the ones making me suffer.\u0026nbsp; The tables had finally turned in my favor.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The red goo seeped through their clothes and oozed on the floor.\u0026nbsp; Now you would think that I would worry about what to do with the bodies, but I didn't.\u0026nbsp; I had it all planned out.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I went into my garage and dragged the tallest ladder into the kitchen.\u0026nbsp; It was heavy, but my determination to finish the job made it seem lighter.\u0026nbsp; But getting the ladder in the house was the easy part.\u0026nbsp; It would be a lot more difficult to lift the bodies and carry them up the ladder.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; My dad was first; the heaviest of the two.\u0026nbsp; I hoisted him up onto my shoulders and started climbing.\u0026nbsp; Luckily, being a cheerleader made me stronger and more able to do lifts like this.\u0026nbsp; I draped my father's body over the wooden rail, and then climbed down to get mother.\u0026nbsp; She was lighter, so it was easier.\u0026nbsp; I climbed down, closed the ladder, propped it up against the wall, and backed up to look at my masterpiece.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; This would be a horrible sight for whoever would stumble upon it.\u0026nbsp; I wanted people to see it, to see what happens to people who treat me the way that they did.\u0026nbsp; They wanted respect.\u0026nbsp; Well, they should have respected me.\u0026nbsp; Maybe if they had, they wouldn't have died in such a horrible way.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The floor was a mess.\u0026nbsp; A ton of shards of glass floated in the pools of blood and pickle juice.\u0026nbsp; I grabbed a mop from the coat closet and started cleaning up.\u0026nbsp; The kitchen floor was made of tiles, so it cleaned up quite nicely.\u0026nbsp; I put the mop back in its rightful place and finished packing up for school.\u0026nbsp; The letter was sitting on the counter, next to the lunchbox, where I had put it.\u0026nbsp; I grabbed it, crumpled it up, getting a thumb-print of blood on it, and threw it on the ground.\u0026nbsp; I still wore the smile on my face.\u0026nbsp; I looked down on my cheer outfit to see if there were any blood stains, and there was a small one on my skirt.\u0026nbsp; _Oh well_, I thought, _I will wash it when I get home after school.\u0026nbsp;_\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Walking down the hallway and to my front door was a long walk, after just murdering my parents.\u0026nbsp; I thought about what they had said to me, their last words.\u0026nbsp; I thought about how my mother called me Annabel Lane, and my father's last words were Why Annabel.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I reached the front door and opened it.\u0026nbsp; I turned to face my house again, and said what I had wanted to say for a long time.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; _Annabel_, I thought, _ha, what a silly name.\u0026nbsp; Sure, I would soon be her again, but for now, this is who I am._\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"My name is Jezebel.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n"}