Reginald Miller - Act 4

(He's not answering his phone. That's like the seventh time I've called him now. What the hell is wrong with him?)

Pffft. I guess Dad was right all along. Travis was just a jerk after all.

Rachel: "Oh, hey Mom."

Sharon: "Sweetie, have you seen your father? I haven't seen him since this afternoon."

Rachel: "Come to think of it, I haven't seen Dad all night long too. Well.. we did have a big fight.. maybe he's locked himself up in the cellar for the meantime.. I feel really bad and I wanna tell him I'm sorry..”

Sharon: “Oh don’t worry about it, Sweetie. I bet Daddy’s forgotten all about it already! You know how much he loves you.”

It's done. My family is once again safe from the horrors of the world. All I have to do now is dispose of the bodies. Although I need to dispose of two bodies, I can only carry so much in one body bag. I am forced to dispose the woman’s remains for the meantime. I will leave the boy’s remains hanging by the wall for now.

I have this feeling that something’s not as it should be, however. What could this mean? Probably nothing, I’m certain that I’ve done all the necessary procedures.

I should be off now.

I stop by an old abandoned junk yard and bury the body. All the while I can’t help but wonder how blessed I am for I know that after all of this is through, I have a wonderful family to go home to.

“Sweetie, if it’ll make you feel any better I’ll go see if your Daddy’s down by the shack.”

I bet any man would die just so he could know how it is to be loved by a family as amazing as mine.

“God damn it! THE DOOR!”

A family that gives you their utmost trust.

A family whom you can trust.

“Reggie? Dear?”

I couldn’t see myself living in this world if it wasn’t for them.

I don’t know what I would do if I’d lose them.

This is why I must do what I have to do.

But what if all the things I did for my family was ALL IN VAIN?

“Daddy? Mom?”

There are times when I doubt myself. Am I really a good husband? A loving father?

I have to be! After all the things I’ve done for my family?! After everything I’ve sacrificed?!

This is the truth, right? 

It has to be.

But t isn’t.

After being able to protect my family from anything, I failed to protect them from myself.

I was only thinking of myself. I was selfish.

A coward who couldn’t face his own sins.

“Rachel.. Sharon..”

“My God, what have I done?”

I go home, broken and depressed. Several times did the thought of ending my own life echo through my thoughts. It’s as if God was screaming at me for what I’ve done.

But I must go on. I can still make ends meet. I still have a duty to protect my Son.

I waited till early morning and when Junior came home, I gave him the bad news.

Reginald: “Son, I don’t think your mother and sister will be able to come back home again.”

Junior: “Why, Dad?! Doesn’t Mommy and Sis love us anymore?”

Reginald: “No! No, of course they do, Son! They left because they had to protect the family. It’s because they love us so much that they had to leave.”

Junior: “Will I still be able to see them again, Dad?”

“You don’t have to worry about that, Son. They will always be close by.”

As tears fall down my Son’s eyes, I instinctively hug him. It was the most sincere and loving hug I have given anyone before.

“It’s going to be alright, Son. Come on, I prepared a surprise for you.”

Junior: “This is Mommy’s  stew, Dad. This was Sis’ favorite too. You finally learned it!”

Reginald: “I guess I did, Son. Is it any good?”

Junior: “Almost as good as that of Mom’s!”

Reginald: “I’m glad you like it. That way, your mother and sister-“

“Will always be a part of us.”

~END~

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Reginald Miller - Act 3

Hnnnnnnnnnnnnn... Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, damn....

Whe- Where am I..?

What the hell is this..???!!!

HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT???!!!

“………”

Reginald: “You have done a terrible thing, Travis.”

Travis: “HOLY SHIT?! MISTER MILLER?”

Reginald: “You tried to corrupt that which is pure. That is a sin far beyond redemption, young man.”

Travis: “WHAT?! MISTER MILLER!”

“And the time for atonement is now.”

“GAHHH! AHHH! PLEASE! WAIT! WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!!! OH MY GOD PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!!!”

“If this is about what happened earli-“

His words annoy me so I run the back of my hand through his pathetic face. This seemed to stop the noise coming out of his mouth.

Excellent.

“This world is full of evils like you, boy. I am brought here upon you to pass judgment.”

Disoriented, this individual before me struggles to steady himself. I waste no time and ready myself.

I draw a quick slash at his flesh with my blade. I have no intentions of ending this quickly for him.

Even though I was careful not to inflict any major damage, he flinched as if his whole body was caught on fire.

I find it astounding that the simplest things that could end a person’s life are also the ones that make you know you’re alive the most.

Adrenaline is flowing through this boy’s body now. It will be very dangerous for me to underestimate his strength once his survival instincts kick in. Verily, no longer taking time to ready myself, I plunge the cold steel into his chest.

I aim and angle the knife well enough to strike where the steel freely slips in between the ribs.

If I were giving this boy medical advice right now I would have written down “A new pair of lungs” on his prescription medicine.

It’s only a matter of time now.

Wheezing and coughing out blood was to ensure now. There is no possibility of him being able to overpower me now.

To finally pass judgment on this corrupted individual, I move in to deal with the source of his evil deeds. I slash at it once. Two more times, after.  I’ve lost count now.

I can see it on his squirming face now. Gagging on his own blood he mumbles something which I couldn’t comprehend.

Reginald: “Stand up and speak! What have you got to say for yourself now?”

Travis: “uuurrrkkhh…. Sp---- Spare me! Uuhhrkkk pu-pl-ease!”

Even on the brink of death, the bloody bastard only thought of himself. He should have apologized with what he did with my daughter. Inconceivable.

I was so taken aback by the selfishness I was witnessing before me that I didn’t notice him trying to escape.

Impossible! He still has the strength to use his legs?

His efforts are futile, however. He falls over on his hands and knees and I immediately grab one of his ankles.

“There is no escaping from what you’ve done, Travis. I will end you.”

I rear his body back propelling him on his knees. I pull his hair back resulting in him screaming in pain and revealing his mouth open. I expertly stick the knife to his palette. The flood of pain sensations and nervous receptors to his brain must be unimaginable as one can only tell by seeing his face.

I pull the knife out of his mouth. A pool of blood has spread so much it touched my shoes.

I force his upper body down all the while forcing the blade up into his temple. This, at least, offers him some relief as it dulls his senses from the previous influx of pain.

I, once again, pull the knife out of his skull and finally stab his right eye.  With all the anger a father feels channeled altogether in that one single lunge, I finally sense his life slipping away.

I always feel a welcome calmness every time I’ve accomplished my task. The evil corruptor lies dead before me.

But death for the vessels of corruption does not deserve solace. There is one more task left to be done.

>>Continue to Act 4<<

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