Take A Gamble

Chapter 1

The thudding of my beating organ within my chest vibrates through my ears and the feeling of the cold air rushing through the door fills my lungs, and I stand frozen from the inside at the threshold of the house I have dreamed of escaping for far too long. Exhilaration pumping through my veins ready for the escape, yet also dreading of going back to the house that built up the past horrors of my mind.

I run. As fast as my legs will without sinking into the ground, with every sharp hit they take on it beneath my feet, which in this moment feels as if it were trying to stop me. Trying to swallow me whole. The pine of the trees combined with the icy air enters me quickly and I'm transported back to the house I once knew. I'm so close to it now that not only are my memories flooded with the forests that my little feet once wondered, but now I am with my older self. The canopy the trees create feels safe and I feel the justification set in for what I plan to do just before I'm met with the small broken down building which I was once so familiar with, but now feels bizarre and strange. I don't recognise it anymore.

I slam myself right into the bark of the closest tree to the house, hiding myself before I enter. My thoughts race along with my blood circulating around my body. I decide there is no time to waste and I must get this particular job done. I must erase the emotion attached to this place. I must erase him.

I creep underneath the windows, slowly but surely making my way to the door of the hell house. My ears tune into the sound of the television blaring out the sounds of laughter through the clouded glass panes. My ears ring with the echoes of the amusement, full well knowing that that box of moving pictures was the only thing in that house to ever emit any sound of joy or happiness.

I reach the ancient door with cracks seen in the wood, the beatings it took all of those years ago still evident on its dark stained wood. There's no more time to waste. I force a large intake of breath and fly the door open. I take a steady step into the threshold, a slow creak setting into the wooden floorboard under me. Now he is in my sight. I wrap my sweaty palm tightly around the large kitchen knife; the last thing I took from that stupid foster home before taking my leave.

I know that I am to make my own way in the world, and I do not need any distractions fogging my mind on that journey. I need to eliminate any weaknesses in my way and with that I slowly inch myself closer to the hideously obese mountain of flesh which has been perched upon that same chair for years, the stench of him never leaving its dust infected fabric.

My arm raises itself as a reaction to the close vicinity of being near the man who allowed me this existence on this forsaken planet. I have felt indebted to him for my whole life and I will no longer carry that burden. The shadow of my raised arm coloured the carpet a darker colour in front of him causing his heavy intoxicated head to turn sluggishly. My fathers eyes practically bulged out of his sockets at the sight of the sharp knife as if he saw his life flash right before him, which must've consisted of a hazy blur of the TV mixed with the taste of beer.

I take no time to hesitate as I'm afraid of the weapon slipping from my hand now pooling with sweat. I slash the knife across his throat quickly and swiftly before making sure to finish the job with a hard jab to the chest. I walk to stand before him and with crossed arms and cold eyes, and I watch the life fade from his eyes along with the a large amount of blood exiting his mouth that on which he chocked on a few times.

This was a murder of passion. A bloody passion. Yet, I just wanted it over and done with, quickly. My thoughts have vanished from my mind and cleared out with now only one thought being left behind. The knowledge that I need to flee. Not like anyone would find him for weeks anyways. He's a pathetic loner who only loved his chair and beer. He never cared for my mother from what I've heard, even right after brining me into the world and passing away. And even after that, his only time he gave me any attention was when he just threw me on the doorstep of that frigid and dingy foster house claiming that I'm "too expensive". Why spend money on your child when you could gamble it away?

Now, I'm free. From him. From that foster house. A fresh start is on the horizon. At least that's what I had hoped for, but its tricky to leave all you have ever known behind.