unintentionally cutting into
her larynx. Later Connor would think back to this moment and this
specific stab. He wondered if he did it to stop her screaming or
not. He could not remember any noise that day. He remembered
everything in detail; except if there was volume on his attacks, as
if someone pressed a mute button to make the whole event easier to
deal with. He remembered Beth doing this while watching scary
films. She would mute the volume, as if that would make the
horrifying scenes easier to view. Stabbing her again and again,
each thrust represented a painful moment in his life, with much of
the thrusting because of the loss of his mother. With no organized
stabbing pattern, by the time was arms were sore he had managed
thirty-four wounds to the torso and groin, fourteen to the arms and
legs and eight to the face over a span of four minutes. The grisly
scene in his mother’s old bedroom put a smile on a young boys face.
Standing proudly, spattered in a crimson spray he wiped the knife
on Beth’s pink dressing gown. In his mind, the day started out
perfectly.
CHAPTER 7
Water gushed from the faucet, gradually
getting warmer the longer it stayed on. Small hands rinsed off in
the flowing water, the blood splashed off creating long red veins
down the white porcelain. Connor did not like to be dirty; he
cleaned the blood off his hands like he was offended by it. Rubbing
quickly, adding soap periodically he removed the last of it.
Childishly he patted down his body creating dark patches on his
pajama top. Relenting to the fact he would not be fully clean until
he changed clothes he stepped back from the sink (water still
flowing freely from the tap) and stared straight ahead out the
window. His thoughts were heavy, submerged in his head. The full
weight of what he had done was sinking in but Connor had no
regrets. In his mind, he and his father were free now, free to move
on with their lived without Beth, free to go fishing as they
pleased and certainly free to relax in their own home. Connor was
not stupid. When Beth spoke those insidious words to him his mind
was forever altered; he did not believe he would be punished for
his crime. In his mind he was right and anyone who knew Beth at her
worst would confirm that. His eyes followed the leaves falling
softly from the trees outside. Landing gently, they flew nowhere,
instead sitting on the grass as if that was where they were meant
to be.
Beauty was the first word in Andy’s
thoughts as he cruised round the corner on his quiet street. He was
always optimistic on the drive home as his happiness from being at
work had not yet faded. He loved the fall season in the south. It
was not normally cold yet and thanks to an unusually warm year it
had been forecast not to get cold at all that year. Yet the beauty
remained, the leaves still changed color all along his neighborhood
and he loved it. Connor was only a passing thought in Andy’s mind
until he saw him sitting outside the house in his pajamas. Knowing
right away something was wrong; Andy did his best to suppress his
instincts to speed up, knowing that could be dangerous in a
suburban neighborhood. Slowing down as he entered the driveway he
parked carefully, giving himself a moment to process what he was
seeing. With a snap of the key he stepped out the car.
“ Connor? What’s the
matter?”
“ I did i t for us” came a droning
reply.
“ You did what
for...wha t
have you got over yourself? Huh? All over your clothes?”
“ I did it for
us . We’re
free now.”
Andy was extremely worried. Connor’s
speech was never this dreary.
“ You did what for us? Son, you’re scaring
me, what are you talking about?”
Connor just sat a moment before Andy senses
something was very wrong inside the house.
“ Where’s Beth?”
“ I did it for
us?”
Andy leaned down and
grabbed his
son by the shoulders, forcing their eyes to meet.
“ Connor! You’re making no sense?” Andy’s voice
cracked as he panicked.
her larynx. Later Connor would think back to this moment and this
specific stab. He wondered if he did it to stop her screaming or
not. He could not remember any noise that day. He remembered
everything in detail; except if there was volume on his attacks, as
if someone pressed a mute button to make the whole event easier to
deal with. He remembered Beth doing this while watching scary
films. She would mute the volume, as if that would make the
horrifying scenes easier to view. Stabbing her again and again,
each thrust represented a painful moment in his life, with much of
the thrusting because of the loss of his mother. With no organized
stabbing pattern, by the time was arms were sore he had managed
thirty-four wounds to the torso and groin, fourteen to the arms and
legs and eight to the face over a span of four minutes. The grisly
scene in his mother’s old bedroom put a smile on a young boys face.
Standing proudly, spattered in a crimson spray he wiped the knife
on Beth’s pink dressing gown. In his mind, the day started out
perfectly.
CHAPTER 7
Water gushed from the faucet, gradually
getting warmer the longer it stayed on. Small hands rinsed off in
the flowing water, the blood splashed off creating long red veins
down the white porcelain. Connor did not like to be dirty; he
cleaned the blood off his hands like he was offended by it. Rubbing
quickly, adding soap periodically he removed the last of it.
Childishly he patted down his body creating dark patches on his
pajama top. Relenting to the fact he would not be fully clean until
he changed clothes he stepped back from the sink (water still
flowing freely from the tap) and stared straight ahead out the
window. His thoughts were heavy, submerged in his head. The full
weight of what he had done was sinking in but Connor had no
regrets. In his mind, he and his father were free now, free to move
on with their lived without Beth, free to go fishing as they
pleased and certainly free to relax in their own home. Connor was
not stupid. When Beth spoke those insidious words to him his mind
was forever altered; he did not believe he would be punished for
his crime. In his mind he was right and anyone who knew Beth at her
worst would confirm that. His eyes followed the leaves falling
softly from the trees outside. Landing gently, they flew nowhere,
instead sitting on the grass as if that was where they were meant
to be.
Beauty was the first word in Andy’s
thoughts as he cruised round the corner on his quiet street. He was
always optimistic on the drive home as his happiness from being at
work had not yet faded. He loved the fall season in the south. It
was not normally cold yet and thanks to an unusually warm year it
had been forecast not to get cold at all that year. Yet the beauty
remained, the leaves still changed color all along his neighborhood
and he loved it. Connor was only a passing thought in Andy’s mind
until he saw him sitting outside the house in his pajamas. Knowing
right away something was wrong; Andy did his best to suppress his
instincts to speed up, knowing that could be dangerous in a
suburban neighborhood. Slowing down as he entered the driveway he
parked carefully, giving himself a moment to process what he was
seeing. With a snap of the key he stepped out the car.
“ Connor? What’s the
matter?”
“ I did i t for us” came a droning
reply.
“ You did what
for...wha t
have you got over yourself? Huh? All over your clothes?”
“ I did it for
us . We’re
free now.”
Andy was extremely worried. Connor’s
speech was never this dreary.
“ You did what for us? Son, you’re scaring
me, what are you talking about?”
Connor just sat a moment before Andy senses
something was very wrong inside the house.
“ Where’s Beth?”
“ I did it for
us?”
Andy leaned down and
grabbed his
son by the shoulders, forcing their eyes to meet.
“ Connor! You’re making no sense?” Andy’s voice
cracked as he panicked.
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