A CHILD OF A CRACKHEAD IV Page 7

  Pastor Willie Edwards was thicker and longer than her father, the only penis she felt in her whole life and became used to. The only reason she cried when her father took her body is because she would feel helpless and weak from being abused by someone who was supposed to love and care for her. This was an entirely new pain she hadn't felt before as Pastor Willie Edwards stroked in and out of her. She reached up and with all her might dug her finger nails deep into the skin on his chest.

  "Ahhhh!" he groaned in pain as a sick, twisted smile spread across his face. Yes you little bitch, I love shit like that. Fight back, cause me pain. Go ahead, it only turns me on," Pastor Willie Edwards stated as he thrust in and out of her. Then he punched her in the face.

  Sylvia did her best not to scream out in agonizing pain. This excited him so he swung again and again, punching her in her rib cage.

  "Ahhhh!" she hollered as tears streamed onto her cheeks then onto the desk.

  Pastor Willie Edwards flipped her around with her head laid flat on the desk and penetrated her from the back while making animal sounds with each stroke.

  "Ahhhh! Ughhh!" he groaned as he released all inside of her breathing hard.

  Sylvia could see a bible on the desk and couldn't help but to stare at it, 'Why God, why,' she mumbled and was glad the worse of it was finally over and couldn't wait until he pulled out if her.

  Little did she know that Pastor Willie Edwards was just getting warmed up. For two hours straight he raped her in every way imaginable while beating her, then sent her home.

  Chapter 10

  Sylvia sat up in the bath tub trying to let the warm water soothe her body. Every Sunday, for a straight month and a half, out of fear she was forced to attend church. After service Pastor Willie Edwards would take her to his office and rape her. She could feel what was left of her innocent soul fading and nothing but hate and anger was replacing it and eating at her. She sat in the bathtub crying, rocking back and forth.

  "Why? Why me? They all hurt me and take advantage of me, even God!" Sylvia screams.

  She looks down at her stomach that has grown into the size of a small basketball in a matter of two months.

  She grabs her green wash cloth and dips it in the bath tub water, then uses it to scrub in between her legs, trying to wash away the dirt and shame she was feeling. No matter how hard she scrubbed and how hot she made the water, it felt as if she was cooking alive like a pot of chicken stew, but all the hot water and scrubbing made her skin raw and turn bright red.

  "Why me, why is the world turning on me," she cried out loud as tears slowly travel down her cheeks.

  She reached her hand outside the tub and felt along the floor until she found what she was searching for. She looked at the long metal clothes hanger that she had bent straight and then bent a small hook at the end and spread her legs wide while looking at her raised stomach.

  "I refuse to bring another child in this world," she cried as her tears traveled inside her mouth leaving a bitter sweet, salty taste in her mouth, "Ahhhh!" she screamed and gasped for air at the same time lowering the metal clothes hanger up under the water in between her legs forcing it into her vagina.

  She cried hysterically as she pushed it further in and could see blood rushing out between her legs turning the water a deep red.

  'What are you doing?' she heard a deep voice boom that startled her.

  She flinched and looked towards the bathroom door praying it wasn't her father walking in, but the door was locked and no one was there, and besides the voice she just heard was sinisterly deeper and sounded like a came from inside her head.

  "I'm losing my dam mind, what's left of it," Sylvia said out loud to herself as she began to push the clothes hanger deeper inside herself.

  'I told you to fucking stop bitch!' she heard the voice boom once again stopping her in her tracks.

  "God what's happening? Am I going crazy?" she said out loud. "God, God!"

  'Don't you dare call out his name!' the voice boomed back.

  "Oh hell no, I really done lost my damn mind!" Sylvia said to herself as she pulled the clothes hanger out of her vagina and gasped in pain. "Sssss, ouch!" she looked down and noticed that the bleeding had slowed down confirming she hadn't completed what she started.

  'Why would you want to destroy my gift to you child,' the voice in her head replied.

  "Who are you and what gift are you talking about? I know you're not talking about this child in me, because it is a curse. I refuse to bring another child into this fucked up world!" Sylvia replied. "Damn, now I'm talking to voices in my head, I really need help and I'm actually waiting on it to respond," Sylvia said out loud while shaking her head from side to side.

  'You're not going crazy,' the voice replied.

  "If I'm not going crazy, then who are you and why are you in my head?" Sylvia said.

  'Hahaha, I'm here to save what's left of your miserable life. It will be a voice in your head, mostly my voice. I'm here to help you, but you can't destroy my gift to you.'

  "I must be going crazy, I'm hearing voices," Sylvia said. "Again, who are you, why are in my head?" she asked.

  The loud booming voice spoke again, 'I'm the devil, and I'm the one that's going to make you strong; protect you and teach you how to defend yourself.'

  "What do you mean you're here to protect me?" Sylvia asked.

  'It was me that let your father touch you all the years. I put those voices in his head. I also put the voice in Willie Edwards head to touch and molest you, to see how strong you'll be. In the book of Job, God let me torture Job, take away his family, take his house, kill his wife, give him a plague and a disease. Yet he was strong in his faith, so I couldn't have his soul. So he let me do the same to you, but you didn't stay strong in your faith, you gave up on God so your soul is mine. My gift to you is the child inside of you,' the voice boomed.

  A confused look came on Sylvia's face as she put her hand in the water splashing it from the tub. "I don't understand what you mean, all this time God had turned his on back me. I have no love for God and I have no love for you. You let my father molest me and the Pastor too. Now I'm pregnant with his child which you're trying to tell me is a gift," Sylvia said, "I must be going crazy."

  'You're not going crazy,' the voice boomed. 'I told Willie Edwards to rape you. That's my child inside of you. Your first child is also mine. I have the power to influence anybody by just whispering in their ear and if they're weak they feed into their lust. They feed into the temptation, but now it's time for you to stand strong. It's time for you to fight back. It's time for you to breed children who will be strong minded and kill anybody that's weak, weak like you once were. You're not the same person anymore Sylvia,' the voice boomed.

  "What do you mean I'm not the same person anymore?"

  'It's time for you to take back your life. It's time for you to listen to me and the voices in your head. It's time for you to start praying to me. I will give you all the gifts you need to succeed in this world. I will provide for you a man who will give you children and help you take over by breeding and killing anyone that's weaker than you. The child inside of you will cause havoc in this world; he will be one of a kind,' the voice boomed.

  Sylvia sat there with a lost look on her face. She stood up and noticed that the blood had stopped leaking between her legs, then her lost look turned into a wicked grin. She climbed out of the tub and grabbed a towel, dried herself then threw on a long, white gown. She opened the bathroom door and looked both ways. She walked downstairs to the kitchen then grabbed a butcher knife, put it behind her back and tucked it in the slit of her gown. She also picked up a steak knife and crept back up the stairs. She went into her room to see her precious little Doc sleeping. She calmly walked over to the bed and shook him, "Baby get up. Get up."

  "Mmmm," Doc made a cringing sound.

  "Shhhh, I need you to watch this. You're not going to be weak so get up. I need you to be strong," she said to Doc as she scooped him up in her arm
s.

  She carried him out of the room and walked down the hallway to her parent's room then slowly opened the door. The sound of her father's snoring echoed through the room as if he was breathing with his mouth wide open. She walked closer and the creak in the floor disturbed her father causing him to wake up for a second and the snoring stopped, but as he turned in his sleep it continued. She walked closer until she was standing over her father as he slept on his back in a dirty tank top. She stared at his nappy hair in an afro and his nappy beard. Then she stared at her mother sleeping restlessly with her head under the cover.

  "Motherfuckers, all these years y'all did this to me, all these years."

  'Do it Sylvia. Do it,' the voice boomed in her head.

  She raised the knife high and came crashing down in his chest.

  "Uhhhh! Uhhhh!" her father woke up in pain. Before he could defend himself, Sylvia raised the knife and stabbed him three more times in his chest. "Uhhhh!" then she stabbed him four more times, "Uhhhh!" Blood leaked out faster than water from a water hose.

  "Ahhhh!" he raised his hand to block her blow. The knife went through his hand and into his shoulder blade. "Ahhhh!" he hollered in pain.

  "You motherfucker… Every night! I'm your daughter, your own flesh and blood. How could you! How could you!"

  "Uhhhh! Stop, I'm your father! I'm your father! What are you doing?" he groaned in pain as she pulled the knife out of his hand and shoulder.

  She looked at his pot belly and came down with all her might into his stomach and pulled the knife down his flesh towards his dick, ripping his stomach open. His guts came pouring out sideways onto the bed. She pulled down his boxers and in one swift move she chopped off his dick and balls then dropped the knife.

  "Ahhhh! Ugghh!" he choked and groaned in pain.

  She grabbed his dick and balls and stuffed them in his mouth. "Ugghh! Ugghh!" he choked and stared in her eyes until he finally stopped and died.

  "Die fucker die," she mumbled.

  Her mother hollered, "Ahhhhhh! What's going on?" she hopped out the bed and ran to a corner, holding her arms around her body. "What are you doing? You killed your father! Are you crazy? Are you out of your mind?"

  Sylvia carefully placed Doc down on the bed where her mother was lying and to her surprise Doc wasn't scared or crying. He had a twisted, evil smile on his face clapping his hands.

  "Yes mommy, yes!" he said.

  Sylvia looked at him with a strange look then walked over to her mother.

  "What are you doing?"

  "All these years you knew what he was doing to me, you knew it! Since I was a young girl he's been molesting and raping me and you knew! I know you heard the screams, I know it! You helped me have this baby in the bathtub. You know I never went anywhere so you knew it was his child! How could you just stand by and let him do this to your own daughter, how?" Sylvia screamed trying to understand her mother's motives.

  "I couldn't help it Sylvia, I couldn't. I love you, but he used to beat me real bad just like he beat you and it stopped when…," her mother hesitated, "when he started coming in your room."

  "So you traded your pain for mine? You gave up and let him do whatever to me so that you wouldn't be in pain? I'm your child, how could you bitch?" Sylvia screamed. She charged her with the knife stabbing her repeatedly in the face, chest and thighs. "You fucking bitch, I hate you!" Sylvia blacked out while swinging the knife, stabbing her mother all over her body.

  Her mother's body went into convulsions, falling over to the floor, and then she went limp. Sylvia stepped back covered in blood and breathing hard.

  "What the fuck have I done? What did I do?"

  'You did what was needed to be done to be strong. I will guide you and after you kill your next victim you will hide in the woods where no one will ever find you, but there will be a guy waiting for you. The Colonel, which will be your husband and together you two will breed an army. Follow my lead, never be weak,' the voice replied.

  Sylvia turned around and grabbed Doc up into her arms. She carried him into town and went inside the church. It was midnight, but she knew Pastor Willie Edwards was up. He lived there and had a bed upstairs where he took her when he would rape her. She walked inside the church door that was always open and went into the back then upstairs to his room. She knocked on the door, but got no response. She could hear moaning from the other side of the door. She placed Doc down on the floor and slowly opened the door to his bedroom that she hated so much. It was gloomy, dark and gray with a small, twin size bed and a dresser with a large cross hanging from it that she despised because she was forced to look at each time he fucked her from behind.

  As she walked further into the room adjusting her eyes to the candle light, she could see what looked like the baker's wife on her knees crying as she was giving Pastor Willie Edwards head.

  He moaned, "Mmmm, yesss."

  His size was massive, so she knew she had to sneak up on him. His back was turned sideways. She ran to the side and jumped on it.

  "Ahhhh! What the fuck? What's going on?" he screamed.

  Sylvia immediately stabbed him in the back repeatedly while holding on like a spider monkey. Refusing to let go, she then stabbed him in the stomach and chest. He tried to swing her off of him and eventually he flipped his body over and flipped her over on the floor.

  "You bitch, what are you doing?" the baker's wife screamed, "Ahhhh!"

  While Sylvia lay on the floor, she swung up, slicing right into her neck. Blood poured onto the floor into a giant puddle and she died instantly.

  "You bitch! I'll kill you!" Pastor Willie Edwards yelled as he held his wound on his chest.

  Sylvia laughed and while still lying down she raised the knife and stabbed him in his balls and in his dick.

  "Ahhhh!"

  The knife got jammed and she was unable to pull it out.

  "Ahhhh! You bitch!"

  She removed the other knife from the back of her gown and smiled, watching him as he tried to remove the knife from his dick and balls.

  "So you listened to the voice in your head? This is why you're weak," Sylvia said then jumped up.

  "Fuck you! What you know about being weak? What you know about listening to the devil? Yes I listen to him! We all do, everybody does! It's the temptation, who can fight it?"

  Sylvia screamed as she came down in his balled head stabbing him through his skull. He opened his mouth to scream, but the knife was stuck there. She removed the knife and stabbed him in the chest.

  "You bastard!"

  To her surprise he was still alive. She took the knife and went straight across his neck, slicing it from ear to ear and watched his body fall.

  'Get the money out of the safe,' she heard the voice in her head.

  She opened the closet and found the safe. It was where he put all the money from the congregation's tithes. She knew the safe's password because she watched him unlock it many times after he raped her and thought she was asleep. She grabbed all of the money and put it in a bag and ran out the room and grabbed Doc.

  'You did good mommy," Doc whispered.

  She was shocked for the second time realizing her son was not what she thought he was, but something else; something greater, something darker. She ran downstairs and out the church, heading deep into the woods, where she hoped to never be found.

  "Ahhhh!" Sylvia woke up out of her sleep and stabbed the Colonel in the leg.

  "Sylvia what are you doing? It's a dream! It's a dream!"

  "Hmmmfff! Hmmmfff!" Sylvia breathed hard before realizing she was back into reality. She was now a much stronger woman and now she will feed off the weak and never become one of them again.

  She looked at the Colonel's leg. "Stop hollering like a little baby," she said as she pulled the knife out.

  "Ughhh!" he groaned.

  "Come on," she said and grabbed a kerosene lamp and a bucket of water to clean his womb. I'm sorry," she said.

  "What the hell were you dreaming about?" he
yelled.

  "I was dreaming about the day I ran in the woods and met you," she replied.

  "That's the second time Sylvia."

  "I know, that means something is about to go down. Something is going to happen," she said.

  Chapter 11

  It was three in the he morning. I could hear the birds chirping. I stood outside in the beginning of the woods that surrounded our property. I had been jogging and practicing fighting to help release the anger I felt deep inside of me. It did little to help; it was a hunger situation that could only be eased when I inflicted pain on others.

  'I must fight this yearning,' I said out loud to myself as my body dripped in sweat. I looked down at my biceps and my six-pack and grinned. I wasn't as big as Doc or the Colonel, but I will so surpass them. While they sleep I train with little rest in the dark woods. For some reason I felt one with the darkness. I was never afraid of it, if anything I embraced it. It's as if I had always belonged in the dark or maybe it could have been the fact that my skin is so dark. I figured no one could see me at night, no matter how hard they tried.

  I walked towards the barn on the east side of the property tightening my grip on the machete in my right hand. I bust open the barn door and crept all the way in. I stopped in front of her. Her caramel skin and firm, thick body was beautiful even when she was asleep. I gently shook her face and startled her as she woke and tried to break free from the chains that kept her pinned to the wall.

  "Shhhh," I said while placing my finger on my lips.

  "What? What you want?" she said in a weak voice.

  Her lips were dry and had white crust on the side of them. I could tell she was dehydrated so I walked to the corner of the barn where there was a bucket of water and beside it was a ladle. I used it to scoop water into a tin cup and made my way back to her. I pressed the cup against her lips, she hesitated on drinking it, but her thirst took over and I watched her slurp the water down in a matter of seconds. When I took the cup away I noticed a soft yet hard look in her eyes. She kind of reminded me of Sylvia in a way. How sick is that to be attracted to a woman that reminded me of my twisted, fucked up mother.