'Til Death Do Us Part...

Ch. 38 - The Girl Who Cried Revenge

Tiffany POV

Sitting here, looking out at the waves crash against the shore. I felt so calm, so serene, so tranquil. I felt most at home here, which was saying something, because honestly, I have no home.

I don't fit in anywhere. Most people think of me as the stereotypical dumb blonde, but in reality, I'm a certified genius. Just because I like to look nice, people classify me as a dummy or a whore.

Looking down at myself, I sighed. I had succumbed to the pressures of life. I looked like a fake Barbie doll gone wrong. This wasn't me. I wasn't this girl who had make-up caked on my face, nor was I one to parade around in mini skirts and tank tops. That was society’s view of me. I had more dignity than!

Looking down, I sighed again. Obviously, I was lacking dignity because I looked the way I did. Deep down, I knew I did it for love and affection, but my pride would never let me admit such a thing.

My parents were dead and gone and there was nothing I could do about. The only people who loved me, even if it was when they were loaded, were now gone so I might as well suck it up.

At that moment, his voice echoed in my head, loud and proud, and full of malice, "Build a bridge girly, you don't need them. You've got me now." As his voice echoed through my head, silent sobs raked my body.

I was a horrible person. I had killed my parents and enjoyed every waking moment of it. But now, now I missed them. I missed them like I missed no other. If I could go back in time I would. I would change everything I had done. But sadly, what was done... was done.

The nightmares still haunted me. I could never get it out of my head. They would never go away. I was a killer. A certified killer. One of cold blood at that. With that thought in my head, I lie down in the sand and let my thoughts drift away, sobs raking my body occasionally.

I dreamt of that night, the worse self satisfying night ever.

It was about six or so in the evening and my parents were sober. I was shocked to say the least. They were sitting on the couch and they seem be in some sort of quiet argument because they sat glaring at one another. No words were spoken but the looks were enough to write a book.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, I made a full course meal hoping to finally have a normal family dinner with my parents. That didn’t happen, to say the least. Sitting at the table, it was uncomfortable as ever. I felt awkward sitting at a table with them, as if I was a stranger in my own home. I went to excuse myself, but my mom stopped me.

“Tiffany, I don’t appreciate coming home to see some man waiting on my front stoop for you. You are a child not some grown woman that can go out fucking who they please? Understood?” I stood perplexed, because honestly, I had no clue what she was talking about. Instead of arguing, I just nodded my head.

I assume my answer wasn’t enough because she punched me in my stomach before kicking me in my back, demanding I answer her. When I didn’t she took a fork off of the table and attempted to stab me. I rolled over in enough time to avoid the fork but she smashed a china plate over my back causing me to cry out in pain. She crouched over me, spiting in my face, before storming away. I lay on the floor hoping the pain would subside; it didn’t. I looked up at my father through glassy eyes.

“May I be excused now?” I whispered.

“Yeah,” my father barked. As I was walking away, he groped my breast and smacked my ass. I stopped, turning to see him grinning like a cheshire cat up to no good. I looked to my mother but she had already walked out the back door.

Noticing this too, he proceeded to violate me leading up to my ultimate breaking point.

He raped me.