Chapter two
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I threw my small mini bag through my window and it landed with a thud. Thank God it did not cause so much noise for my parents were in the front yard.
"Josie sweetheart,mommy is here, I have chocolate balls for you ,"My mother shouted sweetly across the hallway.
I wanted to feel bad about it but I could not because it was a f*****g accident. I loved my sister.
I tip toed to the ground floor to ensure my mother never went to the backyard and found out what happened when I was still in that damn pool.
"Norah? Where is your baby sister? I can not find her in her play room." She called for me and I was happy she had not bothered to walk to the kitchen.
"Auntie Lilian? Anyone?" She kept shouting sweetly.
"Mom , where is dad?" I asked her as I kissed her on the cheek.
"She was held up on a meeting. Guess what Norah, For the first time today we will have a dinner together. It was long since I prepared dinner for the family." She said trying to look for Jossie in the living room.
I moved my arms forward and she froze.
"Whose blood is that? Why are you carrying a butchers knife, "She asked sweating profusely.
She was scared of me for as long as I can remember. Everyone in that house thought I was a psycho and they ended up home schooling me and every time I left the house was to go to the hospital.
I can't remember the last time I was on mall.
"Stay calm or I will do the worst to you mother," I talked to her twisting the all red knife.
"Where is my baby?"She asked
"In the deep end of the pool swimming," I told her.
I cut through palm deep enough and gasped a little from the pain and the dark ted blood that oozed from it like a spring.
"Why Norah?"She asked looking at me puzzled.
"We are making a covenant sweet mother,". I smiled as blood dropped in the cos
Cozzy white carpet in the living room.
"I grabbed her hand and cut through her palm like I was possessed." She sat on the floor screaming from the pain that come from her palm.
I greeted her with our wounded hands despite the terror and horror in her eyes.
"You are just like your father,"She cursed.
"Who? Jonathan?" I asked.
"No, Lucifer," She said shortly.
"You are the psycho sweet mother, you should see a doctor."I said as I dragged her to the kitchen.
"This is Aunt Lilian's blood and over there is her dead body. See mother look at it," I dragged her to the face of aunt Lilian that she tripped and fell on the blood making her silk clothing soak on blood.
Lilian's body had started producing sonw wierd morgue scent and some little ants had started making their way to all her openings especially her ears.
"Let's go check on my little sister," I dragged her on the floor to the back door . She tried to struggle herself out of my gasp but I slit her arm a little to let go of her resentment and continue following me just like a dog does to the master.
I could feel my mother sneering at the sight of any part of my body but she did not have to do that because she said it herself, I am a devils child.
"You killed her you little witch," She screamed and using a bit of her last strength, she pushed me into the pool.
Dusk was approaching and I could hear the crickets as the moon took its cover for the night.
The swimming pool water turned crimson red. I swam in a pool of fresh blood and I could feel a good euphoria in my blood.
"You will die for this mother," I clenched my teeth as I said this.
"Then you will have to kill me like the way you killed your baby sister,"She swore.
"I thought you would never ask,"I shouted and swam out of the water to where she was.
Before I could decide on the best way to kill this b***h who gave her legs to the devil, she had set a trap for me . A vicious trap to kill me and there was no going back.
"Drink from it Norah,"She forced her cut hand into my mouth and I chocked as blood made its way to my throat .
"I am the real devil," She sneered and started laughing. You are just young but I have done this to people since 1970s.
"Do you think I care about that sister of yours? I sold my uterus to your dad and that kid is a reflection of what your dad did to me. " She continued with her bloody tale.
"She cheated on me with Trisha,"She said laughing like a wild woman.
"Do you know where Trisha is?" She asked.
"No mother,"I said with a low voice completely scared of her but she lifted me by my neck pressing hard of my two major arteries threatening to kill me.
"Think Straight Norah Lucifer," She forced me to know what she was talking about.
"She died mother, she died of gas poisoning in her room in Hawaii," I said and my voice come out full of fear.
"Mustard gas is easy to find when you have all the connections in the world and so you know, I can get anything I want in this life."She said laughing and left hold of me and I fell in the bloody lawn twisting my ankle.
"I did not kill her,"I cried.
"I did kill her, I had planned for it for it 4 hours ago." She said drinking from her hand.
"You are evil," I groaned tears falling from my eyes like water from a faulty tap.
"Am your father's better half," She said smiling.
"I am going to tell Jonathan about this,"I said and dragged myself towards the house.
She stepped on my backbone and threatened to break it with her six inch boots.
"He is out of the country and by the time he comes back, I will have returned the mansion to its previous state. I will go ahead and tell him that you ran away after killing her daughter. I can't wait to see the reaction in his face." Get out of there kiddo. She kicked me with her boots on my skull.
I followed her slowly to our house and cried at the weight of everything that had happened. I was raised by an evil monster in sheep's clothing.
What is worse? Knowing your father is a devil or knowing your mother is a serial killer with no class hence ending up to kill minors.
"Sit," She ordered me.
"Just tell me am not your daughter,"I begged.
"You are my baby,"She said banging the glass table in our dining room.
"Who is my father?" I asked.
"He doesn't care about you," She said and laughed.
"Are you going to kill me?" I asked.
"Yes, in the very end but meanwhile, I have a test for you.
"What kind of test is that?" I asked.
"Kill me devil," She demanded.
"I can't. I am not like you devils wife,"I could not contain my spite anymore.
"Then you leave me no choice," She said and rushed to the kitchen.
With that I took my sneakers and banged hard against the glass table breaking it into a million pieces.
If I was going to die then, I would die fighting.
I grabbed my glass and followed her to the kitchen.
Just then, the lights started blinking and then went off.
Where the f*****g hell is she?
I hesitated and stood right outside the door waiting for a sign to know of her exact location .
Just then, a droup of blood fell on my face and I could not control shouting who is there.
Just then, her knife tore my face just a few inches before reaching my left eye.
I could feel where she was and with a single bit of strength, I dug the cut out glass into an organ of her body and I prayed so hard that it was her heart.
She walked loudly and grabbed me by my hair pulling it that I slip to the floor.
I picked another cut glass and cut the hair she was holding and cut it even though it was the painful thing I had ever experienced.
I pushed her aside and took off making for the door.
I stepped on the table glasses making them puncture my skin and I was not sure if I would ever step on the grass again but running across the lawn made me understand that everyone will try all they can to save their lives.
I could feel the air getting more fresher as I made my way out of the gate. I was out of the bloody gate and I was ready to face the world on my own.
I sat at the middle of the road and begged for God to send a good Samaritan before my devil mother reached me and sent me to my grave.
I had lost so much blood and my body was starting to feel fragile and I knew f I had passed out at that moment, I would wake up to find myself in my mother's dreadful pits of evil.
I counted to ten waiting for a sign from God himself and each second that passed my hopes for living were weighing down.
As if it were a sign from God himself, I saw a ray of light from a distance and that was the last thing I saw that dreadful day.
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