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For Daddy, xoxo

"Daddy, why does Sprinkles always leave dead mice outside our door?" Yva, my innocent daughter, asked me. I love how curious she is.

"Well you know my sweet, its their way of teaching us. You see, their mamas used to do that in order to teach them how to hunt and eat their preys."

She nodded in response. I smiled, she looks so precious, in her tutu dress, playing with the dolls I bought for her.

A little after that, I saw her yawn. She looked at me, with her big, doe eyes, and opened her arms. She wants me to carry her to her bed and tuck her in.

"Soft kitty, warm kitty little ball of fur.." I hugged her and tapped her shoulders lightly.

"Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr purr purr..." I looked at her angelic face, oh my baby. I kissed her forehead and gently got out of bed and went to my bedroom.

This is it, tonight's going to be the last night of that motherfucker. That motherfucker whom my wife ran away with a few years ago.

I opened my drawer, revealing a 9mm Smith & Weason handgun and a Wasp Injector Knife. A smirked slowly worked its way to my mouth. I got a fanny pack and put my handgun and my knife inside it, making sure to have extra bullets and capsules of CO2.

I closed my drawer and went out my room. I did not bother checking on Yva, as I know I would only wake her up.

I silently walked towards the front door, opened then closed it behind me. I walked towards my truck, and started the engine.

45 minutes of driving, I finally arrived in his house. His parents' house. I went in, I know he's alone, I've been following and tracking his movements for months now, and I know his parents aren't home. I opened his bedroom door only to find out

that he's not there.

"What the?"

I looked inside his closet, and under his bed. No one's there. I dont understand. I am certain that he's not with his parents. For sure.

I walked towards my truck, and got in. I started the engine, and started driving back home. I really don't get it.

45 minutes later, I arrived home.

I opened the front door.

And there, I see him. Or so- his body. Stabbed to death, drenched in his own blood. Wait what?

I heard footstep, and saw my little angel. I was never afraid of anyone, not until I saw her.

There she stood, at the end of the hallway, blood sprayed all over her, holding a kitchen knife.

"Oh daddy you're home! Don't worry, I know you're not very good at this, so I helped you."

She checked the wall clock, looked back at me then smiled.

"That's my gift for you daddy! Happy Fathers' Day!"

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Waves

The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks and the strong wind welcomed me. I finally feel calm.

Since I was a little child, I remember my parents taking me here whenever they can, saying that this is where they find peace. So now, I tend to also go here to find some peace of mind, to relax and to just, breathe..

I put down my easel, and carefully placed my canvas on it.

I opened my back pack and unpacked, revealing all my paints and brushes. I reached out to get a brush, my palette and some acrylics and oils that I'll be using.

I looked at my wristwatch, 5:30 pm. Right on time for the golden hour. I looked at the line where the sky meets the sea, its breathtaking.

I took a deep breath, and carefully started painting what I am seeing.

The golden sun, almost halfway of it gone, the sky whose color's a mixture of red, and orange, and purple, and blue. Some flock of birds flying above, and small waves of the sea. I smiled, and sighed. It really is breathtaking.

After finishing my work, I gathered all my things and went back to my car. Only to see someone there, waiting for me, smiling directly at me.

I can't help but smile, my heart started beating faster, and I can feel the butterflies in my stomach as I got closer to that person.

The moment we got close, I immediately can feel his hands caressing my body. I smiled. I felt my body not being able to move one more inch, as he cupped my face and kissed me passionately. He then opened the door to my backseat and carried me inside.

I woke up to the gentle sound of the waves crashing against the rocks, and the not-so-pleasant snore of the man i'm sleeping next to. Memories of what happened last night came back to me, and I find myself smiling again. But this time, with tears flowing down my cheeks.

I gathered my clothes and put them on, got up and very carefully got out of the car, still crying. I tried to smile just as how I smiled last night. I couldn't. Whenever I try to smile, my heart clenches, my body feels numb.

"Good morning, mother."

I cried as I slowly walk towards the end of the cliff.

The same place where my parents find their peace of mind, is the same place where my mother died. The same place where my father lost his mind, and the same place where my father abused his only daughter, last night. And the night before that, and even the night before that.

The place where I come to relax and have fun, is the same place where I know I'd get abused in. The same place I know I'd be tortured in. My haven became my hell overnight.

The wind welcomed me, as if giving me a tight hug. I cried harder, thinking that that could be my mother, comforting me and apologizing to me for what my father has done.

"Five years' already enough mother, don't you think?"

I sobbed, my legs gave out and there I was, sitting on the moist grass. I gathered all my strength and stood up again.

"I’m sorry if it isn't enough for you, because for me, its more than enough. It's actually too much for me to handle!"

I laughed, with my tears blurring my sight.

"Everything ends here today mother, father."

I glanced back at my car, then back to the edge of the cliff.

"Today, will be my last. Goodbye."

I jumped off the cliff.

As I float mid air, I closed my eyes and braced myself for impact. Either spiky hard rocks, or deep-ass ocean.

I waited a few moments, but I felt nothing. Except the feeling as if there are my arms who are all cradling me.

"Oh no, we cannot destroy someone who's adored us beautifully."

That is all what I heard before fainting.

I woke up. Still inside my car, next to my father who's lost his mind, who's now not breathing and is drenched with water.