“Daddy, I’m going to kill you”
I looked up at my daughter who sat across the table from me. She didn’t usually speak at dinner, so the sound of her voice startled me.
“I’m sorry, what was that” I said, not sure if I heard correctly
“I’m going to kill you, daddy.”
” What are you talking about honey, why do you keep saying that?”, i said in annoyance
“Because I am, the voices in my room taught me how” she said, barely even looking up from her food. She seemed happy to be saying the words. ” What are you going to tell them?”
She must have seen me from the corner of her eye as I reached for my cell phone. “They won’t do anything, the police I mean, I’m only 6, I say all kinds of silly things”, she giggled at that, and ate her food.
I didn’t know what to do. What voices? Could she really kill me? No, that’s silly of course. She says silly things all the time.
“Honey, why do you want to kill me?”, i spoke cautiously
She didn’t respond, she just ate her food in silence. I went back to eating too, putting this odd conversation behind me.
“All your friends hate you, you know. They’re scared you might hurt them. If they could kill you they would, but they can’t. I can though”
“Stop this right now!” I yelled. Anger welled up in my stomach, and my fists clenched on the table. She didn’t flinch though, she smiled.
“ Are you going to hurt me daddy?” she said with a smile, that ungodly smile. “ Are you angry with me”
I didn’t respond. I wasn’t really sure what to say, she usually listens to me.
Angrily, I stood up from the table. “ You are in big trouble, you shouldn’t talk to your father that way, little girl”, I moved to step toward her. I don’t know what I was going to do, but she only smiled. She laughed and giggled and smiled
“ Sit down, daddy. You’re being silly.”
The lights flickered as the chair behind me rammed into my legs as an unseen force pushed me back down into my seat.
“Daddy, you know it’s only right. After what you did to mommy”, she said as she shoveled more food into her mouth.The words were like a punch in the stomach. Tears welled up as i remembered her crumpled form laying at the bottom of the stairs
“Mommy is OK, she just had a bad fall, sweetie. The doctors will take care of her” I said in a whisper. I wanted to believe that’s what happened but we both knew it wasn’t true
“ Mommy wont wake up because of you, you hurt her. You hurt her like you hurt all your friends. They want you to fall too, so they don’t have to be scared anymore, so they don’t end up like Mommy” , She was so nonchalant she could have been talking about what she was eating for dinner
“Look, Amaya, I know I have a drinking problem. I get drunk and-”
“YOU’RE NOT DRUNK, YOU’RE MEAN. YOU’RE MEAN AND YOU HURT PEOPLE AND NO ONE WILL MISS YOU AFTER I’M DONE”, she yelled
The sudden shift in tone startled me. She had never raised her voice at me before. I reached into my pocket and i pulled out my phone, and i hate to admit it but in that moment i was terrified of my daughter
“ Look, I’m calling the police, Amaya. Stop this right now”. I croaked feebly
“GOOD, CALL THEM. CALL EVERYONE. I WANT THE WHOLE WORLD TO KNOW THAT I’M GOING TO KILL YOU, THEY WONT DO ANYTHING. THEY MIGHT EVEN CHEER FOR ME. ALL YOUR FRIENDS WILL LAUGH AT YOU AS YOU DIE, THEY’LL ALL SCREAM “BEAT THE MONSTER LIKE HE BEATS HIS WIFE, LIKE HE BEATS YOU“ AND THEY WILL LOVE ME, BECAUSE THEY HATE YOU. I. HATE. YOU.”, She screamed the final word, her face twisted in an agonizing position, and then she giggled and laughed and howled in laughter.
Without warning she stopped, and she grinned from ear to ear
All the lights downstairs turned off at once and I ran. I ran upstairs as fast as I could. Away from my own daughter. Away from that demented grin. She didn’t flinch at all, she just smiled, and she sat there. Waiting for the right time
I called for help but nobody answered. This is my last resort, if you’re reading this, please help me. I could pay, I have a lot of money, and I’m desperate, please. When I ran away she said one last thing to me, it chilled me to my bones. She sounded so innocent but the words were ice cold
She giggled , “ Hey daddy, don’t you want to know how you’re going to die?”
I don’t, I really don’t.
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