Chapter Twelve
Marshall
We still had a bit of time before the kids come home from school so we went to our local Home Depot to pick out paint and all the equipment to go with it. By the time we were done it was close to school ending. Once we got home we started to get to work. Margret changed out of her dress and into her sweat pants and tee shirt she would wear when she was pregnant. I changed as well into some old pajama pants and tee shirt before we started to move furniture and put down the tarp and get the paint ready.
By that time Mason and Morgan had come home, everything was set up. Mason was the first to speak. “Guess we should get ready to paint?” I nodded, pouring some paint into the container. “Yep. Make sure to wear cloths you don’t care about.” Once they went upstairs to change I sent a text to Charles and Beth, telling them to entertain him for a few hours while we paint the living room.
I still think he may be a little young to be helping paint. Once they came back down Margret and I shared a look before looking to Morgan. I spoke up. “Would you like to be the first to paint over his chaos Morgan?” Morgan gave Margret and I a look before giving a sad smile before taking the paint brush and looking at the wall a moment before putting the first stroke of taupe paint on the once light, powder blue wall.
With work and a few sleepless nights during the week we got the living room, hallway and Morgan’s bedroom looking like nothing happened with the exception of the new paint color. We got a new sectional couch, new TV, plate set. Anything he broke or destroyed, we got brand new. As the week went on I tried to keep Brent to the back of my mind. His behavior was so polite. The total opposite of what I was expecting.
On Thursday I checked the kill room to check the meat. Only enough for about one or two plates. Looks like I’m going out this weekend. I hated being so low.
During the week Morgan has been getting gradually better. She’s had nightmares nearly every night but Mason would help her through them. He was a light sleeper and with his room next to hers he could easily hear her cries but school is getting better, she’s starting to gain her friends back, telling them the honest truth about why she was withdrawing from them.
Which was great with their homecoming dance in less than a month. The kids were in the living room watching TV while Margret and I washed the dishes tonight. They earned some free time this week. They worked so hard. I spoke quietly, scrubbing one of the dishes used in dinner. My sleeves rolled up to my elbows.
“I’m going to have to go out this weekend. We only have about two plates left of weekend meat.”
She nodded. “I can take the kids to see your mom. I’m sure she would love to hear how Morgan is doing in school.”
“Won’t they ask why I’m not going with you guys?”
“True.”
I’ve made sure my children never see the monster.
While there is chicken or pork on their plate there would be a kidney from Joe on mine. I’ve tried to make the kill room as soundproof as possible. Margret was the only one who has seen the monster and welcomes it. “I can go out tonight. It’s Thursday. It’ll be less people, less attention.” Not to mention it’s the really despite- low-on life-won’t-be-missed-types that come out on weekdays.
She sighed, sounding worried. “Sure. Just tell them something convincing” I nodded, kissing her head. “I’ll be fine love. I know what I’m doing.” She gave a worried smile. “I know. I just worry. They're still my babies.” I smiled softly, kissing her. “They're mine too. Don’t worry. I’ll protect them with every fiber of my being.” I placed the last dish in the rack before kissing her again and walked into the living room where they were transfixed at our new TV, watching some cartoon of sorts. “I’ll be going out for a while so listen to your mom while I’m gone.” Morgan spoke first, barely looking away from the TV.
“Ok.”
Mason shrugged. “Sure thing.”
Mikey just watched the TV. I looked back at Margret with an amused smile before I got my coat and keys and wallet.
I kissed Margret goodbye one more time before going down to the garage and starting the car before driving down the road. I drove for about an hour, just outside of Long Island going to one of the dive bars. It was a little hole in the wall type bar. I parked and sighed.
I left around 6PM; it’s going on 7:30. Prime hours and not too many people. Good. I was never a fan of crowds.
I got out a bat. It was small, blunt and made of solid wood. I felt unsafe using chemicals like chloroform. There was too much possibility it could end up in the meat and I wasn't risking that. Blunt is the way to go. Simple, no chemicals, and because what I have is small I can easily fit it into my jacket pocket and if found out I can claim it’s for self-defense.
I loosened my tie to look like I got off work, untucked my shirt a little, ruffled my hair then walked in with a hunch. Like I’ve had the worst day of work. This part of getting the meat was always exciting. I normally act like a guy getting off the worst workday of his life but with a horrible, verbally abusive wife and kids that don’t give a shit if I live or die. It was a good lie.
And if that didn't work I’d move to faking an injury and needing help. That was an easy one.
I put a frown on my face as I walked inside. Rock music playing from the jukebox as a few bickers and losers watched me walk in. I slumped up to the bar, sitting on the stole, and my head in my hands. The bar keep walked up to me. His voice sounding like he smoked twelve packs a day. “Bad day bud?”
I groaned. “The worst. You would not believe the day I’m having. Do you have any whiskey?”
“Shot?”
“Make it two.”
“Coming up.”
It wasn't long before someone came up to me. A woman, late 20’s with black hair and the sluttiest outfit I had ever seen in a while. Nothing but a tube top showing off her belly button ring with a mini skirt with fish nets and little black boots. “Rough day sweetie?” She said, chewing her gum obnoxiously.
I nodded. “Yeah. Just awful. And I don’t even want to go home.”
She frowned. “Oh? Why’s that?” I shook my head, faking like I don’t want to talk about anything. Playing hard to get.
And she took the bait beautifully. “I don’t like going home either. It’s lonesome.”
I smirked weakly. “Beautiful girl like you, bet you got all the guys coming after you.” She smirked but there was sadness to it. “Who says they stay?” My two shots of whiskey were put in front of me.
I handed her one. “My wife. She’s...she’s not very nice. I can never do anything right for her, according to her. We got into a fight and she told me she’d rather me die on the street than come home.”
She sighed, lifting the whiskey shot into he air. “To never going home.” We clinked our shot glasses together before taking the shot. It burned going down but it felt so good.
I made sure to seem eager, kissing her like a man dying of thirst. She tasted like wax and lipstick and whiskey. She was thin but not to the point it was dangerous. I pinned her against the brick wall of the bar outside, cupping her breast and grinding against her. It would be a lie to say the situation itself didn't turn me on. If this had been Margret we would already be in the car rutting like rabbits with a second round.
The only thing I was eager for was her blood on my blade. She moaned and smirked and once I pulled away I lead her to my car at the far end of the parking lot where nobody else parked. She giggled. “Ooh a little privacy.” I smirked, holding her hips.
“Let’s make my day a little better. Pull your skirt and fish nets down and bend over the car.” She seemed to love the dominance, doing as she was told. I was painfully hard but I would resit what was so graciously being offered. I would wait until I got home and ravage Margret like it was our wedding night.
I did slip in two fingers inside her for show, making sure to keep her nice and distracted. She moaned against the car, gripping it. I was getting my bat out of my jacket pocket. I kept going until I felt her come on my fingers, clenching down, nearly screaming in pleasure.
Once the orgasm was over she looked dazed and confused and high. I took a quick look around, seeing nobody around for miles then lifted the bat, quickly bringing it down on her head. She jumped but it was a good hit, she was nearly unconscious but nearly isn't good enough. She mumbled, unable to crawl away with her world literally spinning around her. “Baby?”
I ignored her, bringing the bat down again, this time she was out cold. I place her skirt and fishnets where they should be before opening my car trunk and lifting her into it and onto the tarp that was always in there. It was just easier always having it and easier to excuse if police caught it.
I drove the hour home where it was going on midnight. The house lights were turned off with the exception of Margret’s bedroom and Morgan’s. I vaguely wondered if she had a nightmare and if Mason was helping. No time to waste. If I wanted to ravage Margret tonight I had to take the body to the kill room. She was still out cold which was good. I hated when they woke. It was a struggle to get them unconscious again. I easily carried her to the kill room, laying her on the metal table. I strapped her down, cut off her clothes to be burned.
I sent a text to Margret that I was back with the meat if she wanted to check it out in the basement before turning on my music. Classical. Mozart was my favorite. A few minutes later there was the click, click of heels coming down the stairs. I turned to see her. She almost frowned. “Oh. Poor girl. She looks young.” She walked over, inspecting her.
I spoke. “She is. 28, going on 29. Her parents disowned her for her being Bisexual and before that barely had any family to speak of. No brothers or sisters. No aunts or uncles. Lives by herself. No pets. No close friends. Barely makes ends meet. Normally resorts to protrusion but gets regular checkups. She clean.”
“Sounds more like a mercy then a murder.”
I turned to Margret, kissing her hard and holding her close. She melted into me I pulled away. “I’m sorry. I had to do some things with her I didn't like. It was a good distraction while I hit her with the bat.”
Margret just gently shushed me, her slim fingers trialing over my jaw and lips. “You can reclaim me later but right now you don’t have any food for the weekend. Text me when you’re almost done and I’ll have myself ready.” I kissed her again before she pulled away, walking back up the stairs, closing the door. I got in my gear. It consisted of a large black, full body, faux leather coat with full sleeves with gloves with a plastic head visor to keep any blood splatter away from my face.
I looked over to see the girl looking around or attempting to, she still seemed woozy. “Wha..? Where?” I walked over, gently shushing her just as Margret shushed me. “Hey, don’t fret. I’m here to help you. What’s your name?”
She looked terrified. “T-Tiffany.”
“That’s a beautiful name Tiffany and I’m so sorry.” Her eyes watered over, her head shaking no. Her black hair swaying back and forth with her head. “No. No. I don’t want to die.” I ignored her plea, getting a meat clever from the wall. She was crying but trying to speak, her voice thick and cracking. “What are you going to do to me? Why? ” I positioned myself at her head, the knife over her neck with a feathers touch. “I’m going to eat you.” I sliced her head clean off her body in one swift chop. Made her death as painless as possible. Her head thudding into a wide bucket below the table.
I started to skin her body, starting with her arm. I made an incision down her shoulder, doing it in parts, seeing the meat of her muscles show through. Once all the skin was off her arm I threw it into the bucket with her clothes to be burned. There really isn't any nutritional value in the skin; it’s the muscles and organs that have the protein.
I started taking the muscles off carefully, cutting it off the bone with a smaller knife and place it in a bucket that will be food. It was near 3AM. Three hours of cutting and skinning and blood draining and harvesting organs. Another hour of burning was needed to be burned in the incinerator I had installed as well. The room soon became red with her blood. Dripping off the table, pooling. Her head still lying in the basket at the head of the table. I cut off all the meat and tissue, cleaning it down to the bone.
I set all the meat aside in their own bags so I could clean the blood with the large shower hose and a bit of bleach. I took off the coat and gloves and goggles and mask and sprayed them down as well, leaving them hanging to dry. I took the scraps, her head and cloths to the incinerator. I placed everything that was in the bucket in there then closing the door, pressing the button, starting the fire inside. I set the meat into bags and into the freezer before going up the stairs but not before looking back, making sure everything was clean as when I came down here at midnight.
Once I made it upstairs, just awake enough to ravage Margret, I walked in our bedroom, seeing her lay out on the bed, naked as the day she was born and fast asleep. I closed our door. I walked slowly, not wanting to wake her. It didn't seem to work as she moved, waking, seeing me as I took my tie off. She sat up, looking at me worriedly.
“You have meat for the weekend?” I nodded, throwing my tie to the desk. “Yeah.”
She got up, bringing the sheet with her, holding it around herself. She never liked walking around naked. “You ok?”
I let out a breath, looking away. “How could parents just disown their child for being who they are? I could never do that to any of our kids. I don’t care if Mason would want a boyfriend or Morgan wants a girlfriend or if Mikey grew up to be a ballerina. I just want them happy.” She nodded, wrapping her arms around me, holding me close. “I know sweetie.”
I held her, kissing her head. She looked up at me with a small smirk. “So about that claiming?” Then it softened. “Another night?”
I nodded. She smiled, kissing me before going back to sit on the bed while I finished undressing. Once I was done and got my teeth brushed I climbed into bed, holding her close and inhaling the smell of apples and home.