4A/N Another gory short story! Yay! Warning though: it's not as gory as some of my others, but it's still gory.
Idea came from a dream... Hmmm...
To Win Father's Love
I cried out as my back slammed onto the floor and pain spilled out and spread throughout my body. I painfully looked up at my 'father' that is currently punishing me.
His face was contorted in anger, and he was glaring at me with sharp cold eyes. My own eyes had water filling them, as I tried to stop them from spilling in fear that I will get punished for that.
My father raised his hand at me, ready to strike me again for my 'wrong-doings', but before he was able to, my mother stepped in between.
She wrapped her arms around my father, crying out "Stop, honey! Don't hit him anymore!" and my father looked down at her. Suddenly, his eyes changed back into kind caring eyes as they watched my mother.
"…Fine…" He whispered, ruffling her hair, and I blinked my tears away. I didn't understand though, why did father look at mother with those eyes? Eyes that matches mother when she looks at me, eyes that would comfort me when I need it… But he never did, he just looked at me with cold, ice eyes that filled with hatred.
Hatred enough to scare a little kid, like me.
Mom reached up and kissed father's cheek, and he smiled so gently and softly… "Thank you dear… I think I can handle him now."
He looked back at me, his eyes returning to their cold state, and grunted. He then turned around and left the room.
I sat there, wondering when father will ever look at me like he does with mom.
Mom looked at me though, and she smiled sadly. I tried to smile back at her, but the pain that was growing on my back was too much. She came over quickly and gave me a soft hug, lifting my small frame up into the air. I hugged her back, wanting her warm comfort to help me.
She sat back down on the chair, patting my back softly. That's when I decided to ask her. "Mom?"
"What is it, baby?" She asked me softly, trying not to let father hear us.
"W-Why does Father never look at you like he does me?" I asked, my young childish voice asked her, while I looked up at her in wonder.
She looked back down at me, her eyes saddening as she wiped the stray hair from my face. "Baby…" She whispered at me, and I looked up at her still, expecting an answer. After some time, she sighed as she realized I wouldn't back down. "He stole my heart years ago; he wouldn't hurt me when he's holding my delicate heart."
I blinked at her while I thought of the picture of a heart we learned in school. Heart is for Valentine's Days, and Valentine's Day is for love… So does that mean that if I stole someone's heart, then they will love me?
I smiled as I thought of a plan.
Father will love me soon enough…
Later that night, I placed my plan in action.
After mom tucked me in bed, I snuck into the kitchen. To the place where the deadliest weapons I knew was placed – the knives. I picked one up by the handle, its feel was foreign to me, but I knew how to use it after watching mom used it several times.
I then snuck into my parent's room, seeing both mom's and father's chest rise up and down in a slow rhythm. I climbed onto the bed, onto my father's side and watched as his chest rise up and down. I placed my small hand on where his heart should be, where I was taught where it was.
I slightly traced my finger in a heart shape onto father's chest, seeing what I will do. I then lifted up the sharp and deadly knife and slightly placed it on his chest. Then… I started to trace the heart shape I imaginary drew out onto his chest.
It took some time, and it was my first time to use a knife, so it was confusing. I soon enough got the heart shape out, though it turned out stealing a person's heart was very, very bloody. Father never woke up though, but I saw some blood fell from his mouth and I wondered why he was throwing up blood in his sleep.
Mom did say he wasn't very healthy. Oh well.
I scooped up the heart piece I cut out of father, and I finally noticed that his chest wasn't rising up and down steadily anymore… Maybe he went into a very deep sleep and forgotten how to breathe! He'll wake up soon though.
I slightly coughed at the stingy and stinky smell of blood that filled the room, but I went back to look at the heart I stole. I was happy at myself; after all, it was a pretty good heart, better than I could draw!
I was confused though; my little hand detected something thumping in the heart… I blinked and lifted up the skin part of the heart. Maybe there's a present underneath! Soon enough, after I passed through several bloody and gooey pieces, I came to a thumping thing.
It was yucky-looking but I blinked… I poked it, and it seems to mess up the thumping, but still continued. It seems to slow down after a while, and I was afraid I was breaking it! Mom said it was delicate…
So I picked up the knife again, and placed it near mom… She said that if I ever found a knife around, I was to give it to her. I also placed the heart near her, as she said that she was better with delicate objects than I.
Then I left the room, going towards the bathroom to clean myself up. The gooey blood was getting dry…
While I was cleaning, I heard mom screeched and scream bloody murder.
After a few days the people in the town flooded into the house, I was afraid of them, but they told me everything was to be okay. They said that mom killed father, cutting out his heart and then squishing it. I blinked as they told me this, why would mom squish the heart?
I didn't understand, but no one explained to me…
They just took me to where mom was to be be-headed. I didn't understand why they wanted mom's head, but they said it was for my own good. I was still confused, but once again, they didn't explain.
I watched as mom cried as they placed her head on the platform.
I watched as the executioner (as they told me his name) raised the big axe at mom.
I watched as she started screaming and yelling it wasn't her fault.
I watched as she started to call me a devil, a demon, and screamed at me.
I watched as the axe fell on mom.
I watched as her head rolled down onto the ground, going towards me.
I watched as the head landed on the neck, and her lifeless eyes looked up at me.
I stared as her head lay unmoving in front of me.
Lastly…
I screamed as I realized that mom's eyes were exactly like father's now…