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He hoped the tape recorder would still work. it was
one of thoses small portable ones often used in
schools or libraries. Teddy didn't even realise the
irony of his action-Angie was in fact the one who had
bought it for him. He wiped the hair and blood off
the crner and released a sigh of frustration. "Mother
will probally ground me from watching the
television," he cnsidered, looking to the mess he had
made.
Damn her. Damn them all. Why did she have to
hurt Peg? Why?" Balefully, he kicked the corpse
beside him. Her glazed eyes stared back at him with
empty fascination. "You b***h. You killed Peg."
His sister's dead look gave no response. (He
wondered why.) Her face loked so shadowed. He lifted
her head up by her clotted hair and saw that it was
dried blood on her cheek that created the mock
shadow. He saw, too, that the dent in her skull had
stopped gushing; the congulated blood had formed a
gelatinous plug.
Mother would be home soon. He would have to dig
a grave.
Teddy got up and walked to his bedroom where
peg's plastic body lay deflated. atop her bloodless
chest was a kitchen knife and she stared at the
ceiling with her permanent expression-mouth in the
shape of an O. She looked as if she would scream.
He picked up the Doll's head and looked
tearfully at the flat terrain of her airless, lifesized
figure. cradling her head, he began to cry each
tear held a thousand wishes to bring her back. He was
glad Angie was dead-she had deserved every last blow.
As Teddy stroked her artifical hair he noticed the
stench coming from his sister who lay several feet
away. He knew it was urine-he had heard her bladder
release when he had struck the final deadly blow. He
had hit her once more for good measure-she had killed
Peg. He had every right.
Carefully, he let Peg's head rest on the carpet.
Bending down, he kissed her cheek and whiped ssome
stick stuff from her rubber lip. Mom had told him
before not to to touch Peg or to make the nasty in
her mouth, but he coudn't help it. He loved her to
much just to leave her be. If Mom found out he was
doing the nasty then she would take Peg away, like
before-he would have to find her too.
As Teddy went back to Angie's body he stopped
for a moment to marvel at her nudity. He had always
watched her dress from the closet, but he had never
seen her thing up close. He was fascinated by the
dark tuft of hair between her legs-Peg didn't have
that. Cautiously he touched her touched her thigh,
and jerked away as if her flesh were red hot. It
wasn't, though. In fact, she was starting to get
cold. It had been four hours
"I hate you," he informed her cadaver eyes.
Again he touuched her thigh, but this time he
didn't pull away. Gently, he ran his fingertips up
her hip and towards her crotch. With the other hand,
he pulled her muscled legs apart. Between them was a
puddle if urine the size of a pancake. He gave her
genitals a curious poke. She was much softer than
Peg, and warm-although her body was cold and pallid,
she was warm inside. He was getting excited by her
macabre sexual divintity.
He had to stop-Mother would be upset if he was
doing the nasty; Dad had found that out the hard way.
All she like was sewing and watching Family feud. She
loved that Richard Dawson guy.
But she was so yielding, so doughy. Peg's skin
was hard and waxy inside-he'd had her for ten years
(when he was eighteen he ordered her from a dirty
magazine). Angie was only fve then, and now she had
matured into a beautiful young woman. He really
didn't hate ter that much but she shouldn't have
killed Peg. He was nly watching her shower. It was
nothing new. But she would have told Mother, Mother
couldn't stand for that kind of filth in her house.
Thats why he had to hide Peg in the first place.
Mother was so old-fashioned; he had to hide alot from
mother.
Going to the garage, he fetched a spade and
began digging in the garden. He had to finish before
she got home.
The soil was tender, and it tooke but half an
hour to make the grave.
Time was precious so he went in and cleaned up.
He grabbed a towel and went to angie's room. Grabbing
both her arms, he pulled back a few feet-the puddle
had soaked into the carpet leaving a dark stain. He
considered an idea. It was the best idea he had ever
had. If Mother had liked the nasty she would have
been proud of his idea.
He dropped Angie's arms and went back to his
room. It pained him to look at peg's wasted body; the
gash in her chest seemed bigger and painful. But she
was old, he thought. Maybe it was best that she had
died.
Teddy tossed the knife and carried the rubber
doll's limp torso through the kitchen into the back
yard. "I'm sorry Peg," he told her painted face. He
wouldn't bury her just yet-first he wanted to try out
his idea. if it worked he would cover her up. It was
almost time, he would have to hurry. Back in His
sister's room, he took off his jeans and knelt beside
the corpse. The smell of death was pungent and
sickening, but life was too frightening for him to
handle. He was more like a watcher. But it was too
late for watching and she would be perfect. He could
hide her. Just like Peg.
As Teddy mounted his sister in a fumbling,
incestuous act of necrophilia, Mother's car pulled
into the cracked driveway. She saw through the grimy
windshield the rotting bags of trash piled among the
weeds near the porch. That damnable Teddy. Just like
his farther.
Merely four strokes within her. Teddy finished
shamefully; he stayed inside for a few moments-he
liked the slimy grip on his flesh. He was embarrased,
but he liked the nasty stuff so much. Why couldn't
Mother understand his needs?
"Teddy, didn't I tell you to take out the
trash?" she hollered as the front opened, slamming
into the fall. she grimaced as a rat scuttled frm
somewhere. A catalog of punishments befuddled her
mind as she crossed the living room.
Teddy froze. How could he explain this to
Mother? He would have to hide Angie; if Mother saw
what-"Teddy."
As Mother hobbled into the hall, he looked up from
his disgraceful postion.
She stood above him, ancient and leviathan from
his angle. Her cane loomed over him like a tree
trunk.
Teddys frozen panic melted and he leapt up and
hurriedly cupped his naughty parts, hiding them from
Mother.
"Teddy, why didn't you take out the garbage?"
"Huh?" He was confused by her displaced
question, her banal motherliness.
"Oh, never mind." Sho poked her cane at Angie
with simple curiosity. "put on your drawers."
"Mother it wasn't my fault, she killed-" He
quickly shut his mouth-Mother couldn't know about
Peg.
She hated Peg.
"She's dead, huh?"
"Mother I didn't mean to kill her." That was a lie.
"you were watching her again," Mother beamed
"No Mother." That b***h, she had told. He wished he
could kill her again; she suffered to little.
"I told you not to do the nasty. And now i catch
you doin' it on your sister. What can i do with such
a disrespectful boy?"
Her rhetoric frightened him. What if she took
away the television? What if she made him take those
pills again-what had she called them? Saltpeter? He
could fix that though. He was good at hiding them
under his tongue and then throwing them out his
window.
Although Teddy was taller than Mother, she overwhelmed
him with her presence. She stepped over Angie
and raised the cane to his head; she was varicose in
her elegance.
"Bad boys have to be punished. that's how we
keep a family together."
Sharply, and with surprising force, she
bludgeoned his head repeatedly until he collapsed,
limp and degenerated on the carpet.
When Teddy woke he winced at the tugging pain at
his eyelids-they wouldn't open no matter how hard he
strained. Atop his naked groin he felt the cold
security of Peg, and beneath him the gritty soil.
DAmn Mother and her sewing. He touched his eyelids
and knew he would find tiny knotted stitches binding
his vision.
"Teddy," she called from above. "you've been a
bad boy. You won't be be looking at Angie anymore
though, iv seen to that. Just like your farther you
areI had to teach him a lesson too."
He heard an earthly scrape above and pleaded for
forgivness. "Mother please I didn't mean to look. I'm
sorry. Please, Mother-"
A scoop of dirt landed on his face, covering his
nose and mouth; his arms were squeezed too tightly
into the grave to protest.
"Got to keep the family together."
Mother continued to fill in the grave as Teddy
struggled to free himslef; he wanted to spit but his
mouthful of dirt prohibited any such action. Above,
Mother babbled abouth discipline and Teddys
Punishment led to suffocation as his eyes seeped
tears of blood.
- by draconian morningstar |
- Non Fiction
- | Submitted on 01/01/2009 |
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- Title: All in the family
- Artist: draconian morningstar
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- Date: 01/01/2009
- Tags: biography
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- gppchick - 01/29/2010
- I am very disturbed......
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- Its Da Mansta - 01/31/2009
- interesting
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