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|NaNa (standard:horror, 7529 words)|
|Author: Melazar||Added: Nov 27 2001||Views/Reads: 2027/1631||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Ya say yer a loser and ya aint gotta job and have ta move in with yer sister? Well don't do it!|
“Ouch! Goddammit that hurt!” cursed Bobby Lee. “Thirty one and you still can’t use a fuckin’ knife.” He said to himself in his best imitation of Sherly Red, his sister. Sherly Red was always putting him down for this or that. It wasn’t his fault that in college he got talked into taking a major in Early American Herbal Lore. It wasn’t his fault he lost his job when he refused to get himself killed by not opening the safe. It wasn’t his fault he lost his drivers license for drunken driving after a party where he was served alcohol without his knowledge. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t know that you didn’t wash colored and white clothes together, especially in hot water. It wasn’t ever his fault! He tried and tried, but nothing ever worked out for him. But NooOOoo! Would his sister listen? Show compassion and understanding? No! She just looked at him the way that sisters look at their pathetic brothers and would say the same thing ever time --- “What have you done now?” came a demanding voice that broke him out of his self pity doldrums. “Think a-the-devil.” Bobby Lee thought. The voice stopped, but he knew it was only storing up energy for the final assault. The foot steps that always accompanied the voice started coming his direction, closer and closer. He felt the hair on the back of his neck snap to attention and the sweat on his forehead double-time it down his face towards his neck to stain the shirt he had just put on. His sister had warned him to keep it clean. To top it off, the blood from his finger was doing it’s best to drain as fast as possible onto her new table cloth, forming what he saw as the shape of a bleeding heart. Still the foot steps came closer and closer. Louder and louder. He could feel the exaltation, the joy in each footfall. This was a cat ready to spring on it’s prey. He couldn’t take it any longer, he was gonna go mad! “Get it over with!” his mind yelled. Bobby Lee turned around to meet the dreaded and inevitable put-down. He raised his finger to show her his life’s blood draining from the cut, which wasn’t his fault. Then he looked at the face of his sister, his landlord, is keeper, his self appointed guardian. He winced. He saw what he knew would be there...... a grin. The type you just want to cut off and parade around the streets, and rightfully expecting to get a medal for destroying. But that would take self confidence, and that was one thing his sister had always told him he never had. The grin turned into a snarl, and the eyes he had never been able to look into for more than a second were almost on fire! This was gonna make her day! “Ahh.” Came the first assault from his sister. “What have we done to our poor little finger now?” Gritting his teeth, Bobby Lee tried to hold his temper and take what was coming to him. “I cut my finger. It was an accident.” He said in a frightened whisper, while holding the offending finger out for inspection. Grabbing the finger rather roughly, his sister had just started her inspection when she noticed the bleeding heart on her new table cloth. He wasn’t looking at her but knew instantly when she had seen it, cause his finger got bent back double on itself. “My table cloth.” She said with a perverted kind of calmness. “Couldn’t you just bleed over the sink? Or how about just not play with sharp objects. Hmm?” Bobby Lee tried to find his voice, but it had retreated from the assault as fast as the blood, sweat and tears. Click here to read the rest of this story (813 more lines)
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