Part V

"Anne Elizabeth, leave Helena, immediately!" I could hear my dad's cold voice while my mom's concerned shouts scolding him, "Douglas! Can you only see Anne's faults and not her pain?!" then there was another voice, but all fell to a deaf ear as I continue biting on a white arm while I could feel a strong grip from behind trying to pull me apart. My mouth was filled with the taste of fresh blood, the woman's scream and tears deafen me, she continuously hit my head trying to free herself from the pain, and my eyes were blurry with hatred and a killing instinct, I could hear a dark voice whispering in my ears in a tone as sweet as the honey, 'make her suffer even more' it said. I could feel my veins swell due to extreme anger, the madness drowning me towards psychotic behavior but then again it feels good and refreshing, everything is blurry yet my mind is crystal clear, this woman insulted my mother and is getting what she deserves is all I care. My fang-like sharp teeth went farther deep inside her flesh making her wince in pain as tears rolls down from her eyes falling on my forehead mixing with my own blood getting collected over my right eyelash. Blood lust increased in me, and as it became even harder to pull me apart, I wanted her screams to become a melody in my ears.

I finally let go when I heard my mother's soft calm voice saying 'It's enough.' I could see bitchass blonde Helen sitting near my old witch paternal grandma's Mercedes trembling in pain and bleeding heavily as her skin was dangling from her arm, her white skin looked, even more, whiter as she was pale and her eyes trembled nervously, unfocused, still trying to grab the situation inside her brain, she pants with tears rolling down her eyes, her lips dry still mumbling my name while moving her blank eyes continuously. The driver who was trying to pull me away tries to tend her wounds. Mrs. Smith, my so-called grandma orders her driver to drive them to the hospital immediately.

My brain felt light and cold as the blood rush back to its original areas inside my body and my adrenaline stopped secreting. My body was numb to pain but I can feel the cut there on my forehead caused by this slut who is still mumbling and trembling in fear. Her moaning sound of being in pain filled my ears with unknown pleasure. "This feeling is giving me an unusual peace, so that's how it feels to torture a person." I thought to myself, even though this new emotion was alien to me, it calmed the voices that scream inside my brain all the time telling me to kill and kill till there is no more people left. I stared at her with emotionless cold eyes, my bluish eyes looked darker, there was a lust in them, the lust for blood and destruction as if Satan himself has come to support me in this small mischief, my finger twists and my eyes remained fixed watching her every movement maybe scaring her even more. My focus got a bit distracted as I heard a low serious voice with a weight of command in it, my father has finally spoken after a long silence. I turned myself to face him but could still sense the small pathetic figure behind my back looking at me with both hateful and scared expressions.

Douglas: Apologize to Helena. (his eyes were dark and lifeless)

Hearing his words I smirked and spit the remaining blood out of my mouth in disgust right in front of his feet as I said loudly, "Vipers' blood is disgusting and poisonous." Dad rolls his eyes toward me before slapping me hard across my face. I glared at him but kept my calm sobering up a bit, as I rubbed my forehead trying to remember what happened just now before I let my monster take over. My blurry memories appear in front of my eyes as I remembered my mother getting slapped by that woman who called her a mistress and whatever she felt like, this was the first thing I saw happening in front of my house as soon as I returned from a long hectic day at school. My lower jaw hardens again as I glared at my father staring into his eyes coldly while repeating a single sentence inside of my head. "No one insults my mother, and if they do, they get what they deserve."

Me: (I don't know what got into me today, but I felt like I could go against anyone just to protect my mother from these monsters) Mr. Smith, you have the right to slap me, as I have insulted your dear mother, but I also have every right to reject your proposal of apologizing to Mrs. Smith, as she used insulting and disgusting word towards my mother, while that blonde viper who is namely your ex-fiance called my mother a slut and told that she sold her body for money and gave birth to four bastards. Your ex-fiance is just a white lotus with blonde hair and green eyes looking like a delicate doll. But her blood is as disgusting as her, I am telling you, Mrs. Smith, if this incident repeats in the near future, I and my siblings are staying with mother, you can fuck off, back to your rich mansion or whatever. (saying this I showed my middle finger to him)

Anna: Anne, back to your room, right now. (she says frowning)

Mrs. Smith: This is why I hate poor people, they are so ill-mannered. (she says in a proud voice) Douglas am telling you, divorce this woman before it's too late, she is a slutty bitch.

Douglas: Mom, leave before I lose it as well. (he said while opening the door of the car telling them to fuck off as the driver helps Helena inside the car who was still in a trauma)

That was the last day I saw Mrs. Smith, at least she didn't come back for a few more years. I walked into my room, 'it's a small laboratory-like room, made in a dome shape made with glass, the floor is wooden while the whole dome was made with glass, there is a telescope fitted in one such glass window which I use at night to stare at the beautiful space, though my telescope isn't that powerful one, I try my best to work it out. Except for that, there is a single bed, a wardrobe, a table with my personal desktop on top of it, a few test tubes, a bookshelf, and my pet rats in a cage.'

I sat on top of my bed with my head still messed up, my emotions mixed, tied up in a knot, this is alien to me, such overwhelming emotions as if I will go crazy if I don't let my anger out right now, I have been trying my best to suppress all these unnecessary negative emotions and trying to act like a perfect daughter for my mother. But today, I lost it. The dark voice whispered sweet words in my ears yet again, but this time it was different from before, my brain felt like exploding and my eyes blurry, I failed to calm myself, "Hurt yourself, or you will go crazy" was all I could hear, "but if I hurt myself, won't my family be sad? But…how will they know? If it's a small injury, they won't even notice, right?"

The next thing I know was, I pulled up my shirt sleeve and started scratching my arm with my nails like a mad man…at first, there was a bit of pain but soon it got numb and red as tears rolled down from my eyes and I could finally untie the emotional knots in my brain. "That was my first breakdown" at that time, I could have never imagined where this temporary 'pleasure' will take me.

I rolled down my sleeves over my red arms and wiped off my tears as I heard my father's voice calling me out. Opening up the wooden trap door of my room, I put the ladder down, then climbed down the ladder to stand in front of my father, in Leo's bedroom.

Douglas: (he looked at my face and frowned) Go and wash your face with cold water, those useless tears won't help you get anywhere. I will be waiting for you at the dining table, it's late, so have something first, everyone is waiting. (he rolls his eyes before walking out.)

It was then that I realized that it was already late evening, and past dinner time, I ended up making my family suffer due to my useless emotions…"If only….I had no emotions to hold me back, life would have been so easy…" I shook my head driving away those dark thoughts before going to wash my face in the bathroom downstairs before joining my family for dinner.

I pulled my chair sitting down, today was a typical roast dinner, I stared at my plate for a few seconds looking at the roasted meat, it reminded me of Helena's flesh and the taste of her blood in my mouth. Especially the smell and taste of meat made me feel nauseous and my stomach felt funny. Pushing the plate away slightly, I looked at my mother embarrassed and apologetic.

Me : Sorry…I don't feel hungry…(I stood up about to leave when dad hold me back)

Douglas : Wars can't be fought with empty stomachs. (he frowned gesturing me to sit down) have your meal, and be grateful for it, many people are dying out there without food and water.

I sat down reluctantly staring at the meat feeling nauseous, I tried taking a bite only to run to the washroom, as I started vomiting. That day I realized something, maybe, I love flesh but not cooked. 'Bad sarcasm, isn't it?'

Anna: (she followed me to the washroom worried) Anne should I call for a doctor?

Douglas: (frowned) If this much blood can make you feel sick, what is the point of having my blood running through your veins? Your paternal grandfather was in American Airforce, me, your father was a street fighter risking his life every day, and you? Started vomiting over such a small amount of blood?

His voice sounded cold making me shiver as I splashed water over my face and ran out of the washroom, going upstairs to avoid being criticized by the 'demon' in the shape of a father, who was ready to sacrifice his own flesh and blood over the dramas caused by his own selfishness. My mother asked my siblings to take care of me, and we could hear our parents argue with each other regarding our well-being the whole night, the argument was indeed heated but one-sided, you could only hear mother's voice as Dad whimpered like a puppy, that day, we discovered that every demon have their own leashes to be kept under control, and in our case, our mother is the leash for the demon of a father we have, though Angela begs to differ the fact that our father is a demon, but who cares? After that day, meat got removed from my diet and my father remained quiet regarding the incident, it was like a short time of peace before another storm.

To be Continued....