“You just don't know when to keep your damn trap shut, do you?” He was unfastening his pants. Once his evil man part was freed he grabbed a fistful of my hair at the back of my head. While cramming my mouth full with his penis he said, “This is what a mouth like yours deserves.” He thrust his hips while also moving my head back and forth so that his thing slid quickly in and out.
It felt like his man part was choking me, reaching all the way to the back of my throat. I bit down. He quickly removed his hurt body part from my mouth.
He backhanded me and hollered, “You little bitch! So you want it rough now, do you?”
I stopped coughing and wiped my mouth. “No Dad. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bite you. It was an accident, I swear!” I started to get to my feet but he just pushed me back down. This time I landed on the stained and dirty lap of our captive.
“No Dad! Why do you do these things?” My begging and questions weren’t helping things any. He grabbed my shirt and tore it right off my body, leaving my chest open for anyone to be able to see. Then he ordered me to take off my pants. “No, please. I'll behave, I promise. I'll do whatever...”
“Take them off now like I told you to!” He already had his own clothes off and his thing was sticking straight out, almost as if saluting my father's insane behavior.
“Either way, whether you obey your father or not, this isn't going to turn out well for you at all. So why should you make things easier for him,” Julie asked from inside my head. I decided she was right so I just sat there with my arms hugging my naked chest, trying to hide my developing breasts.
“Fine, I’ll let you have it your way then.” He walked over to the bench where the little girl's cut up body was and grabbed the butcher knife. What was he going to do? He came towards me and the now childless young woman. I squeezed myself as far back into her as I could in a useless effort to protect both of us from my wicked father.
Oh Emily, why won’t you let me take over? This is horrible and it’s only going to get worse from here, I have a feeling. Her father must have completely lost whatever kind of mind he had. This was all too crazy, even for the likes of him. How did he think he was going to get away with something like this? If I had my way, he most definitely would not get away with this or anything else. He also wouldn’t lay another finger on Emily, ever.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
I couldn't tell which one of us he was after as he swooped in at high speed with that big knife that already had blood stains on it. Before I realized that it wasn't me, the kidnapped woman's blood was spraying everywhere, especially on me. He had sliced her throat. Her green eyes glazed over, just staring straight ahead. Dad walked back over to the bench and set his weapon down.
“Now take those pants off before I cut them off from you!”
This time I did as my father instructed. I noticed that some of the hay that was lying around the floor of the barn was quickly becoming stained with the woman's blood. I would need a bath. Her blood was all over me, on my face, my bare chest, and my arms. It had even sprayed the pants that were now falling to the dirt as I stood up.
Dad came over to me and shoved me back onto the ground. This time I landed face down in the dirt, blood, and hay. He grabbed the back of my hair again, this time pulling my head back so that I had to hold myself up on my arms. Then he lifted my waist roughly with his calf, raising my bottom in the air and bringing me to my knees so that now I was resting on all fours like some sort of an animal.
The dirt, stones, and hay from the ground dug into my boney knees. My father held my hips from behind, slamming into my private parts with his own. He forced his thing right into my girl part, not slowing or stopping to make any attempt at wetting the area to ease his way in. My hands fell out from under me from a combination of the pain and my father's force. For the moment I was positioned on my elbows.
I hoped that he would finish very soon and this night would be over. Or maybe tonight would be the night that he murdered me like he had killed Whisper, Eric, little Michelle, or her mother. As long as it was quick I didn't care. In fact, I welcomed the idea.
He yanked my head back by my hair again. Then he got off me before he did that gross thing. He kept hold of my hair and came around in front of me. “Now you're going to do this and do it right.” I started to get up off the ground. “No. Stay right like you are. And if you bite me again, I promise that you won't like what happens. Open wide.”
Oh God. I just wanted this awful night to end. This horrible day. This rotten life. I was exhausted from all of it: the constant worrying, thinking, being scared, the fighting, and especially this type of stuff... I just wanted it all to be over.
I heard my name being called in the distance. I recognized the voice as the one that I always heard in my head. It was the Julie voice. Was Julie really calling to me? Then I swore that I heard it again. I looked at my father to see if he had heard it as well. “Oh yes, Emily... look at me like you really want it!” He shoved deeper into my throat. I had to force myself not to puke. He obviously hadn't heard anything. Maybe I had just imagined it. Or maybe my father was just too wrapped up in the awful thing that he was doing to notice anything else. Then my father groaned loudly, pulled his thing out of my mouth in a hurry, and sprayed his nasty gooey stuff all over my face. Gross, but thank God he was finally finished.
“Oh no, stay how you are. I'm not done with you yet. In fact, we may be just getting started here.” Oh God, please let this be over!
“Emily,” I heard it again, a girl's voice, my Julie doll’s voice. It was almost a whisper but I could definitely hear her calling my name. The Julie voice carried on, “Emily, I'm in here. Come and find me.”
Who was it really and how did she know my name? Where was she and why didn't my Dad hear her talking to me? My thoughts were quickly silenced by a stinging pressure on my butthole.
“Ow, Dad, please stop! It hurts, it hurts!”
He forced his thing even harder into where poop was supposed to come out. It hurt so bad and made me feel like I had to go to the bathroom right then and there. My bottom felt like it had been ripped wide open. I was flat on my face and chest now, unable to hold myself up through the unthinkable pain. He was holding my butt in the air for himself with my thighs. When he finally pulled out of my hole I was sure the poop that was threatening to happen earlier in the night came out as well. I felt totally disgusting and couldn't wait for my bath.
“Get up, you're nasty. Go take a bath and clean yourself up. Now there's no more need for you to come out here nosing around. Our guests are gone, right?” Dad had his pants already on and was zipping them up.
“Right.” My legs shook terribly as I stood and diarrhea ran down my leg.
My father reached above him and grabbed one of the green, rough emergency blankets from the loft. Handing it out towards me he said, “Here, just wrap this around you. You're too disgusting to put your clothes on even. No one should be up yet in the house. If they are just tell them to go back to bed and mind their own business.”
I took the blanket, wrapped it around my naked, shaking body and began to grab my clothes from the ground.
“Are you stupid? Just leave them. They'll have to be burned.”
I left my clothes where they were and finally headed out the barn door. My father stayed behind in the barn. The fresh air hit my face and traveled soothingly through my mouth and nose. I just stood there for a moment trying to breathe in as much of it as I could.
I opened my eyes back up and noticed that the sun was just starting to peek over the horizon. There wouldn't be much time for me to bathe before everyone in the house started to wake up. I hurried the rest of the way to the house and went inside. No one greeted me at the door this time around, thank goodness. I went into the bathroom. I locked the door and the nightmarish events of the night along with it behind me.
I was so close tonight, so close. I still wasn’t close enough for her to embrace me and let me have the control I needed. I was
beginning to wonder if Emily would ever let me take control. I had been certain that she would need help in the barn and that she would be more than willing to receive it. The only thing I seemed to accomplish was confusing her even more. I didn’t want to confuse Emily or make things harder for her, I only wanted to help. I wanted to shield her from the hurt and the pain. I wanted to make it all go away for her forever. Would she ever let me?
CHAPTER TWENTY
I had no idea what time of day it might be when I awoke. I was more sore than I could ever remember being in my life, everywhere on my body. My eyes stung as I opened them. My bottom hurt when I sat up.
In fact, I couldn't sit correctly at all. It felt like there was a lump between my butt cheeks. I reached my hand back and gently felt around my bottom to investigate. I couldn't tell for certain, but it kind of felt like my butthole was all swollen and sticking out. I became even more scared when I realized that it was about the size of a doughnut. Hopefully the swelling would go down quickly and my butt would be normal again. I was terrified of what it would feel like the next time I had to go number two.
One thing that I didn't have to worry about today (well, actually two people that I didn't have to worry about) was what I should, would, or could do about the situation going on in the barn. There was no longer a situation. Our kidnapped guests were both dead. At least they weren't suffering any longer. According to Dad though, at least one of our guests would be joining us at the dinner table... as the main course. I wondered if I would know when that was so that I could avoid eating on that particular night. Hopefully, I would.
I heard footsteps on the floor above me. I figured that I had better get dressed and get upstairs to face whatever the day had to bring. I almost wished that I could just stay down in my room for at least a few more hours to write in my diary and just be by myself. But eventually someone would be down looking for me. I decided I'd rather show my face upstairs before that happened.
My mother and Caroline were both in the kitchen and only looked at me briefly as I entered. Caroline was washing dishes and gave me a quick smile before continuing what she had been doing. Mom was cutting vegetables... potatoes, carrots, and onions.
I heard an unfamiliar man's voice speaking with Dad in the living room. “Who's here,” I whispered to my mother.
“Not that it's any of your business, young lady, but it's The Law. Apparently there have been some frightening things happening in town and the police are just checking out all the houses from what I understand. Not my business or my concern though and it shouldn't be yours either. Now get something to eat and sit down at the table.”
Wow. What did this mean for us? Were they really here just because they were going house to house or were they on to my father? My head was spinning. What would happen? Would we all be in trouble or just my father? It would be perfect if they arrested my father and either locked him away for life or put him to death for his crimes. Truly wonderful. I had to keep myself from physically trying to get closer to hear what was being said.
“What time is it,” I asked to try to get a better idea of what I should grab to eat. I was so hungry that I felt like I could actually eat a whole chicken myself, that much I couldn't ignore.
My mother responded without any hint of an attitude, “It happens to be four o'clock in the afternoon, sleepyhead. I made you a plate. It's in the refrigerator.”
I opened the fridge to find a neatly wrapped plate of food. My father's voice got louder and angrier in the living room, “This is an invasion of my privacy! If you must, let's get this over with!”
The front door slammed shut and it was quiet in the living room now. Through the kitchen window I could see that Johnny was working out by the barn feeding the animals. I took my time getting my plate from the refrigerator and moving to the table. I saw the police officer follow my father into the barn with all of its nasty secrets ready to tell. I sat down carefully at my spot at the table mindful of my hurting bottom and began to remove my plate from its wrapping, feeling almost giddy with excitement about what might happen next.
My lunch looked so delicious. There was a turkey sandwich with lettuce and sliced tomatoes, a pickle cut in half length wise, and even a peach sliced up neatly. What a rare treat to have someone take such care to make only me a meal that I wasn't even awake yet for.
I was chewing the last bite of my wonderful turkey sandwich and really enjoying the way that the different flavors mixed together in my mouth when my sister simply said, “Oh no,” to something that she had seen while looking out the kitchen window.
My mouth was full and besides that, my mother had told me to mind my own business. So I just continued to chew my food, extremely curious about what my sister had seen.
Mom was clearly upset. She sighed loudly, placed her knife down on the table and got up from her chair. “What is it Caroline?”
“Daddy is running…”
Oh, if only this would go the way that Emily and I were both hoping that it would. I had a feeling that it wouldn’t. Why would her father be running and by himself? Was the cop chasing him? Maybe this could go the way that we were hoping and then the nightmare would be over.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Our father burst through the screen door before my sister had a chance to finish telling us what she had seen. Dad actually looked nervous or scared. Maybe he was both. And he was covered in blood. It was on his hands, his clothing, and there was even a little on his face.
“What in God’s name happened out there John,” my mother screamed at my father, obviously shocked by his all too guilty condition.
“I killed that goddamned nosy pig of a cop. Do not look at me like that Ruth. You have no fucking clue. None at all. I’m gonna wash myself up fast. Emily, I want you to take my clothes after I throw them out in the hall. I want you to burn them out on the burn pile. Take some of the other garbage that needs to be burned too so the clothes aren’t the only things on there.”
A car engine roared to life outside. “What’s that now,” my mother asked in a tone that implied that what was already happening was more than enough for her.
My father was already in the bathroom. He hollered out, “I told Johnny to get rid of that pig’s car. Don’t worry, I told him exactly where to take it and what to do.” It sounded as if he had left the door to the bathroom open. “Okay Emily, come get these clothes!”
I moved quickly to obey. Being slow on my part could have easily set my father’s temper off. I gathered his clothes and shoved them into the paper bag that my mother had already given me with our other burnable garbage in it. I grabbed the box of matches from the windowsill before heading through the screen door to go outside.
As I watched my father’s clothes being swallowed by the hungry flames I couldn’t help but wish that he were still in them, burning as well. That whole thing with the police officer had not gone as I had hoped one bit. I would have never expected my father to kill the guy though. I wasn’t sure why not. His murdered victims totaled six now; not including our furry family members, unless there were others that I didn’t even know about.
The evidence of my father’s latest murder was now unrecognizable. Turning to walk back towards the house, I saw my father come through the screen door carrying a bucket that was sloshing something out of its sides. He shouted to me, “Emily, get over here!”
I ran to meet up with him. Once I was close enough so that he didn’t have to shout he began speaking again, “I need you to help me clean the barn out. We can’t leave even one drop of blood in there to be found. This is life or death important. Hear me?”
“Yes Dad, I do.”
“Okay good. You can get started gathering the stained hay and bringing it to the burn pile while it’s still going and I’ll get rid of the cop’s body. Now get moving!”
I could hear the worried excitement in his voice as he spoke. I knew what it would mean for him if he got caught. That part did not bother me one bit at all. What did worry
me was whether or not Johnny and I would be in trouble along with him. I highly doubted that my father would take the fall all by himself. I had better get busy and do an excellent job of cleaning up anything that would give away any clues about what had happened here.
The stink inside the barn was unbearable. My delicious lunch came right back up and left the same way that it had gone in. It wasn’t so tasty the second time through. Wonderful. It was just one more disgusting mess for me to have to clean up plus now I had the nasty taste of puke in my mouth. I looked around the barn. The only body to be found was that of the police officer. He had a pitchfork sticking out of his plump face.
I wondered what my father had done with the other two bodies, more than a little afraid of what the answer might be. I could still see where the woman’s body had been sitting against one of the beams, blood everywhere around it. My own accident from the night before was still lying there as well. I started to gather the telling hay, wishing that Caroline were out here to help me with this nasty chore.
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