Watching
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Do you ever get the feeling someone's watching you?
Tyler gazed through the window, watching a family of three inside as they sat around a television watching Christmas movies and drinking hot cocoa. They looked happy. "Why can't I be happy?" He questioned. His breath hitting the window, causing fog to spread then fade away seconds later.
The sky was almost as black as it made it's transformations from cotton-candy pink to light blue to a navy blue.
The mother got up and Tyler hid behind the bushes. He had to stay hidden, not wanting to face the consequences of being caught yet.
"Do you want anymore hot chocolate?" The mother asked her husband.
"No thanks. I don't think my tongue can take anymore burns." He laughed, making it a point to stick his tongue out, showing red bumps from the hot beverage burning his tastebuds.
"Speak for yourself." The young boy got up from the floor, running up to his mother in the kitchen, jumping up and down with his mug in hand.
"Trevor, I think you've had enough." She placed a hand on her hip.
"Come on Debra, let the boy have one more." Her husband tried to persuade her.
Debra shook her head then turned back to the scorching water in the coffee pot and began pouring more into his cup. She took out of a packet of hot chocolate mix, dumping into the cup and mixed. "Go to your room and drink it."
"Thanks mom." He hugged her then passed through the living room to the hallway that led to his room. "Love you dad!" Trevor yelled from the hallway.
Debra listened, waiting for her to hear the sound of the door closing. "Why do you do that, Rick?"
Rick let out a groan and turned to face his wife as he sat on the couch. "Do what?"
"Let him get away with these things." She began to sound irritated.
"It was just hot chocolate."
"It's not just about hot chocolate. Everything I say, you go against. You make me out to be the bad parent and I'm tired of it!" She tried to keep her volume down, but the anger took over her voice.
"You're not a bad parent, I'm just a fun parent." He joked, but realizing soon enough it was a bad idea from the look his wife had on her face. She tapped her fingers on the counter, narrowing her eyes at him. Rick got up from the couch, collecting his wallet and keys from the coffee table. "Obviously, you need to calm down so I'm going to go take a drive. I'll be back whenever."
"No! You're staying here so we can talk." Her voice roared through the house. Rick ignored her and headed towards the front door. Anger flashed through her as she grabbed a kitchen knife and stepped in front of the door. "We're going to talk. Sit down." She spoke through gritted teeth. The knife pointed at him, only a few inches from piercing his skin. "Sit!" She yelled once more.
Trevor sat in his room, covering his ears from his parents yelling. He tried to find the tv remote to tune out their voices. To his luck, it was no where to be found.
"Where is it?" He let out a groan of frustration. Frustration of not finding what he needed and having to hear his mother's voice grow louder.
He gave up, sitting on his bed again, covering his ears to muffle the argument of his parents.
"Looking for this?" Tyler spoke from a corner of Trevor's room, holding a silver remote that belonged to Trevor's television.
Rick didn't flinch as she held the knife up to him, preventing him from leaving. "Crazy runs in the family, doesn't it?" Debra became speechless by his words. "Now move out of my way." He said in a stern voice, pushing her to the side to open the door and leave.
Debra didn't fight anymore, she let him leave. She looked through the peephole, watching as he got in his car, speeding off into the road. Regret settled in her, upsetting her more than she already was. With her body pushed against the door, she slid down, knees up to her chest and head bent down crying. She let go of the knife. The sound of the metal hitting the ground, filling the quiet house. The words stung at her heart as she repeated them in her head. Crazy runs in the family. The words weren't true, but somewhere in her head she knew she was just in denial.
The sound of her cell phone ringing broke her from her thoughts. She wiped away the tears and answered the phone, "Hello?"
"Don't scream for your mother. I'll kill her right in front of you if you do." Tyler warned Trevor. Trevor backed away from him. After his back hit the wall, he realized he had no where to go.
"Are you going to hurt me?" Tears spilled from his eyes.
Tyler walked up to the young boy, smile stretched across his face. "I haven't even hurt you yet and you're already crying." He wrapped his hand around Trevor's neck, forcing him up the wall. "I'll give you something to cry about." Trevor grabbed at Tyler's hands, trying with all the strength he could muster up to pry his hands off of his neck.
"Please stop." Trevor strained for air. "Please." He begged with his last breaths. His head fell. There was no more fighting, no more begging, and no more life left in Trevor.
Debra dropped her phone with no cares of breaking it. She ran through the hallway to get to her son's room. "Trevor!" She tried to turn the door to find it locked. Debra banged on the door. "Honey, are you in there? Please open the door for mommy!" She screamed, trying to kick in the wooden door. With each kick, the door started to grow weak. Panic rushed through her with no response from her son.
She kicked a hole into the door and took no time to waste as she reached into the hole, unlocking it from the other side. As she pushed open the door, her heart fell into her stomach at what she seen. Trevor's dead body laid sprawled out on his floor. "No no no no!" She dropped down to her knees, trying to find a pulse, but to no avail, she broke down. "My baby!" She screamed out, holding Trevor close to her. "Come back." She cried, speaking to his dead body. Debra ran her hands through his hair, rocking back and forth. "You'll be okay, we can fix this."
"Convince yourself all you want, he isn't coming back." Tyler walked into the room, standing in front of Debra.
"Why did you do it? You sick bastard!" She cursed at him, whimpering into her dead son's body.
"You don't deserve happiness." He walked back, reaching for something out of her sight and bringing an axe into the room. "I always did have a thing for dad's axe. Nice to see your scar has healed." He looked at the scar on her neck. She reached up, touching it, shuddering from the horrible memory.
"Kill me." She looked dead into his eyes. "You killed my only child. You never were my son, just a bad seed that needed to be thrown away." She spoke in a monotone.
Tyler clenched his jaw, his breaths sounded like he ran a marathon, and veins stuck out of his arms and neck, looking as if they were about to burst. "Fuck you." He spat.
Debra bowed her head down, ready for death to take her home. He held tightly onto the axe as he held it above his head, bringing it down onto his mother's head. A cracking sound filled the small room. Blood poured from the wound, falling onto the white carpet. Her body fell onto the ground next to Trevor. Tyler raised the axe again, hitting her with more pressure each time. Her hair became soaked with blood.
He flipped her over, looking into his mother's dead eyes. "Don't look at me like that. You made me do this!" He grabbed the axe once again, repeatedly hitting her. He hacked up her face, it became barely recognizable anymore. It looked closer to packaged meat than it did his mother's face.
Tyler walked into the living room, awaiting the arrival of his father. Like clockwork, minutes after he sat down, Rick came barging into the house with a panicked expression. "I got a call that said-" He stopped upon seeing his son, Tyler sitting on the couch, wearing bloodied up clothes.
"What did the call say?" He asked as if he was intrigued. "Come sit and we'll talk about the time I had when you were gone." Rick cautiously sat in a chair across from him. "Typical dad.. Always gone when his family needs him. Only this time you weren't quick enough, old age does that to you." He smirked, talking like they were having an everyday conversation. "You may be wondering how I escaped the mental ward, but that's not important, I've come to check up on the family."
"What the fuck did you do?" Rick yelled.
"You know what I did, I killed your wife and your new son that I never got to meet. Trying to replace your first mistake?" Tyler shifted on the couch. "Wanna know the real kicker? Your wife wanted me to do it." He sat back, arms relaxed behind his head.
"No she didn't."
"Oh yes she did! So why don't we get this over with already?" Tyler sounded bored and began to sit up, getting closer to his father.
"Get what over wi-" Rick didn't have time to finish his question before Tyler grabbed the gun from behind him and shot him in the head. Blood and flesh from the back of his head went flying, Tyler couldn't help but smile at the scene before him. Rick fell back in the chair.
Tyler retrieved the bodies from Trevor's room, cleaning them up the best he could. Debra was the worst to fix up from the hacked up pieces of flesh hanging off of her face. He placed them around the dining room table, sitting them in different seats. Tyler cleaned up his face of the blood of his parents then took a seat at the table.
He smiled as he looked around at Trevor, Debra, and Rick then said with glee in his voice, "I'm so happy we could be a family again."
Author's Note: Thanks for reading! I really love this story. What do you think? Also, you should check out my new story called Silent Night! Plenty of psychos in that story.
Love, Anna. :)