# BEL chapter two

Author: LillyAnne Hart
Tags: Annabel, Jezebel, Killer, dad, mom, murder, two

Chapter two! Hope you guys like it!

_The night before_

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Mom, Dalton is throwing a party on Saturday.&nbsp; His parents are going out of town, so he has the whole house to himself.&nbsp; Don't worry; I'll be home before noon on Sunday."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You know you aren't allowed to go to parties without parental supervision.&nbsp; Dalton knows that too.&nbsp; I don't like the way he is treating you."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Dalton treats me better than anyone else does.&nbsp; You should see the way Chad treats Emmalyn.&nbsp; Let's just say, it's a wonder she isn't pregnant, the way he pushes her around."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "If Emmalyn was smart she would break up with Chad and find someone who respects her the way she deserves.&nbsp; I don't want you to continue to date Dalton.&nbsp; You deserve someone who will respect you and the rules you have to follow.&nbsp; You aren't going to that party."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "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?&nbsp; This is so unfair.&nbsp; I am going."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "No, you are not."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Yes I am.&nbsp; You can't stop me."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I am your mother and I decide what you can and cannot do.&nbsp; I will not let you go to the party and that is final."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I-I hate you!"&nbsp; I started yelling.&nbsp; I was beyond angry at this point.&nbsp; She always thought she could control every aspect of my life, but she couldn't.&nbsp; She was going to learn her lesson, one way or another.&nbsp; "I don't love you; I never have.&nbsp; You are way too controlling.&nbsp; I am going to the party, and _that_ is final.&nbsp; I am going to bed now.&nbsp; If you are smart, you will be out of the house before I wake up tomorrow."&nbsp; I stormed up to my room and slammed the door.

_The next day_

I woke up to the sound of my mother putting a letter on my bedroom door.&nbsp; I couldn't believe that she had the nerve to continue talking about respect.&nbsp; First, Dalton didn't respect me, and now I don't respect her.&nbsp; She had this crazy delusion that she could ground me from cheerleading.&nbsp; She would soon learn that nothing could stand in my way.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I walked down the stairs and found my mother watching TV in the living room.&nbsp; She looked back at me and gave me the worst death glare.&nbsp; I gave it right back to her.&nbsp; The whole house was silent as we held our intense gaze.&nbsp; I broke the glare and walked into the kitchen to make my breakfast, when I saw my father's lunchbox on the counter.&nbsp;

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Where is dad?"&nbsp; I didn't want to talk to my mother, but I wanted to break the eerie silence.&nbsp; My father usually goes to work before I wake up, and gets home after I go to sleep.&nbsp; But seeing his lunchbox on the counter meant that he could possibly be home and I could see him.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Work."&nbsp; From the kitchen, I could see her roll her eyes.&nbsp; I could tell from her one worded answer that she didn't want to talk, which is why I kept asking questions.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Why is his lunch here?"&nbsp;

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "He forgot it."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "What will he do for food?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Either buy it or come home to get it.&nbsp; Stop talking now, your pitchy voice is giving me a headache."&nbsp; I wanted so bad to slap her, but I held myself back.&nbsp; I took a deep breath and told myself she wasn't worth it.&nbsp; I would get my revenge; I just had to wait for the right time.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; My mind ran wild planning my revenge, which caused nervous and excited butterflies in my stomach.&nbsp; I wasn't hungry for breakfast, so I decided to skip it and make my lunch for school.&nbsp; It was Friday, which meant my lunch would consist of a tomato sandwich and a small bag of potato chips.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; My mother jumped up from the couch and ran into the kitchen.&nbsp; She was crazy mad.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Annabel Lane, that was a brand new jar!&nbsp; I needed that for tonight's dinner!&nbsp; I can't believe you did this, you little klutz! You are nothing but a pain, and I wish you were never born!"&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "And I wish you were dead."&nbsp; I grabbed a big knife from the knife rack to my right and shoved it into her left leg.&nbsp; She screamed in pain and started to shout profanities.&nbsp; I pulled the knife out and shoved it into her upper stomach, between two ribs.&nbsp; She screamed again.&nbsp; I couldn't help but to grin a little bit.&nbsp; For once in my life, I was in control.&nbsp; I pulled the knife out again, pushed her to the ground, and stood above her.&nbsp; I felt so powerful.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I awoke from my power-hungry trance when I heard the garage door open.&nbsp; My father walked into the kitchen and instantly stopped in his tracks.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "What have you done?"&nbsp; I could see the sorrow and fear in his eyes.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I killed her."&nbsp; There was no use beating around the bush.&nbsp; I was standing over a dead body holding a bloody knife.&nbsp; He wouldn't believe me if I said I was making a sandwich.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "But why?"  
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "She was getting the way, holding me back.&nbsp; She wished I had never been born.&nbsp; If she had been dead sooner, she might have gotten her wish, so I granted it by preventing any more 'mistake' children.&nbsp; I did her a favor.&nbsp; She practically asked for it."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You are a monster!"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I wish you hadn't said that."&nbsp; By that point, I was standing in front of him.&nbsp; I took the knife and stabbed him twice, in the same places, and pushed him to the ground.&nbsp; He looked at me, and with his last breath, he said "Why Annabel?"&nbsp; Then he was gone.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I washed the knife in the sink and watched the blood swirl down the drain.&nbsp; The thin red liquid filled the bottom of the white sink, creating the most beautiful shade of pink.&nbsp; A little drop fell on my finger.&nbsp; I wondered whose blood it was; my mother's, my father's, or a mixture of the two.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I wiped my hands on a dishtowel and turned back to my parents.&nbsp; They just lay there, but they didn't look peaceful.&nbsp; The looks on their faces told me that they suffered.&nbsp; That thought made me beam with joy.&nbsp; For my whole life, they were the ones making me suffer.&nbsp; The tables had finally turned in my favor.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The red goo seeped through their clothes and oozed on the floor.&nbsp; Now you would think that I would worry about what to do with the bodies, but I didn't.&nbsp; I had it all planned out.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I went into my garage and dragged the tallest ladder into the kitchen.&nbsp; It was heavy, but my determination to finish the job made it seem lighter.&nbsp; But getting the ladder in the house was the easy part.&nbsp; It would be a lot more difficult to lift the bodies and carry them up the ladder.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; My dad was first; the heaviest of the two.&nbsp; I hoisted him up onto my shoulders and started climbing.&nbsp; Luckily, being a cheerleader made me stronger and more able to do lifts like this.&nbsp; I draped my father's body over the wooden rail, and then climbed down to get mother.&nbsp; She was lighter, so it was easier.&nbsp; I climbed down, closed the ladder, propped it up against the wall, and backed up to look at my masterpiece.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; This would be a horrible sight for whoever would stumble upon it.&nbsp; I wanted people to see it, to see what happens to people who treat me the way that they did.&nbsp; They wanted respect.&nbsp; Well, they should have respected me.&nbsp; Maybe if they had, they wouldn't have died in such a horrible way.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The floor was a mess.&nbsp; A ton of shards of glass floated in the pools of blood and pickle juice.&nbsp; I grabbed a mop from the coat closet and started cleaning up.&nbsp; The kitchen floor was made of tiles, so it cleaned up quite nicely.&nbsp; I put the mop back in its rightful place and finished packing up for school.&nbsp; The letter was sitting on the counter, next to the lunchbox, where I had put it.&nbsp; I grabbed it, crumpled it up, getting a thumb-print of blood on it, and threw it on the ground.&nbsp; I still wore the smile on my face.&nbsp; I looked down on my cheer outfit to see if there were any blood stains, and there was a small one on my skirt.&nbsp; _Oh well_, I thought, _I will wash it when I get home after school.&nbsp;_

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Walking down the hallway and to my front door was a long walk, after just murdering my parents.&nbsp; I thought about what they had said to me, their last words.&nbsp; I thought about how my mother called me Annabel Lane, and my father's last words were Why Annabel.&nbsp;

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I reached the front door and opened it.&nbsp; I turned to face my house again, and said what I had wanted to say for a long time.&nbsp;&nbsp; _Annabel_, I thought, _ha, what a silly name.&nbsp; Sure, I would soon be her again, but for now, this is who I am._

&nbsp;"My name is Jezebel."

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