THE PAST
PIETRO GIACOMETTI
Her window was open and I was standing right outside, leaning against the tree by her window side and gently twirling the knife in my hands.
I had been here for about two hours already but no one had approached the house or her room. The tree I was standing underneath was quite shady and in the darkness of the night, I could not be noticed by anyone so there was no way the bastard had noticed me and decided not to come closer.
The night was cold, awfully cold and I had to rub my palms together regularly to create a little bit of heat. I could choose go to my room, grab some thick clothes and get back here but a lot could happen in those few minutes and I wasn’t going to not protect what belonged to me over a cold night.
Another hour passed and the cold night was starting to be more than just a cold night. There was a little drizzle of rain but not even that could deter me. I was going to spend every hour of every night here until I get the bastard.
There was lightning and then thunder struck, distracting me for a moment. When I looked back into the room, there was a silhouette of a man in the dark room. I almost lunged towards the room instantly but I noticed that the silhouette was familiar.
It was her dad and he was probably checking up on her because it was about to be raining. Whatever reason he had for checking up on her would be a proper reason, right?
But then a few seconds later, he was moving closer to my Peaches who was still deeply asleep. Quite normal for her father to get closer to check on her, right?
But there was something about the way he approached her, something that did not sit right with me. I moved away from the tree, getting closer to the window. He was standing by the bed, watching her sleep and I knew that look in his eyes. It was the look of a predator looking at a helpless prey.
I tightened my grip on the knife handle, eyes focused and body alert. I had to be sure of this. I could not let my rage take over me and make me kill him before I find out if he’s just here as her father.
Another minute passed. There was a few rustling of clothes but he wasn’t moving closer to her. And then he did, his left hand reached for her sleep dress and he pushed it a little higher to touch her thighs.
“Bastard!” I gritted, the anger in me totally fuelled. Her fucking father was the bastard. He was touching her, touching his own daughter.
Without a second of delay, I leapt into the room through the window, the knife held tightly in my right hand.
There was a loud gasp from Caily as I crashed into the room, breaking a flower vase I had gifted her a few months ago. My blood was boiling, my head was aching and I knew that he just had to be dead. How the fuck could he?!
“Fucking incestuous pedophile!” I tackled him to the floor and stabbed the knife into his chest.
There was a loud cry from him and Peaches’ cry filled my ears from behind.
“Die!” I pulled out the knife and stabbed him again, this time in the neck.
“Pietro!” That thin voice cried from behind me.
She should have told me. She should have told me this fucking pervert of a father was touching her.
I stabbed again. And again. And again.
And with each stab, I just got even more furious.
“Fucking die! You bastard, die!!” I yelled, pulling the knife out of his battered neck and stabbing into his chest once more.
I could feel my body trembling from rage and my hands were turning shaky. I held onto my right hand with the left one, making it more stable as I stabbed countlessly into him.
This fucking man whom I had pictured walking Peaches down the aisle and handing her over to me. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got.
“Die! I’ll kill you even in the next lifetime!” I roared and stabbed deep into his stomach, so deep and so hard that the knife handle broke.
“Aargh!” I growled and ran my fist into his dead, bloody face.
As soon as I had done that, I stiffened. Peaches had watched me do this but she would understand, wouldn’t she? She would understand me just like she always did.
Her father had been molesting her and so she would definitely agree with me that he should die in this gruesome manner or even a worse way.
I was drenched in warm blood. Face, hands and the shirt I was wearing were all covered in the blood of the dead man that laid on the floor. I sucked in a deep breath, glancing at the broken knife in him. Slowly, I rose from his body, my heavy, ragged breathing and my hammering heart loud in my ears. But more than that, the sobs of Peaches were louder.
She sounded broken. Completely broken and I had done that to her.
“Peaches.” my voice was hoarse and low as I took my first step towards where she knelt, sobbing and crying.
“I… He was touching you, Peaches.”
Wrong. I should have apologized first.
“Mon… Monster. You’re a monster.”
I stopped in my tracks and blinked as if just realizing that I was indeed a monster. I had known that for a long time but I had never ever thought that Peaches would call me that. She… she never thought humans could be monsters but now, she was calling me one.
She rose up to her feet and I could see it in her eyes. Fear, anger, hatred and sadness. Every single emotion I hated to see in her eyes were there.
“I… I hate you!” she cried out, tears spilling down her cheeks.
“No.” I shot across the room to her like a maniac and cupped her face in my bloody hands.
“You can’t! You can’t hate me, Peaches.” I said desperately.
“Stay away from me, you monster!” She sobbed instead, trying to get my bloody hands off her but I held on firmly. I could take almost anything but I could never take Caily hating me.
“I am not the monster. He… he is, he was touching you, Caily.” I used her name, wanting her to listen to me. No, NEEDING her to listen to me.
“He was going to change, you monster.” She punched at my chest, trying to get me away from her but I wouldn’t let go. I could not let her go. NEVER.
“He was going to change! But you killed him! You…” her voice was shaky, the tears wouldn’t stop rolling down and her body shook with sobs.
“You stabbed him so many times in front of me! You monster! I hate you!” Her voice was filled with strong emotions.
“Get away from me! Get away from me!! I hate you!!”
“But I love you.” I reached my hands down to hold her trembling hands but it made her tremble even more.
“You…”
“I love you, Caily and I was only waiting till you become an adult before I’d tell you about how much I fucking love you and…”
I was a psychopath. I just killed her father and I was confessing my feelings to her right in the room where her father’s body still laid all battered up and bloodied.
Caily looked at me, gently shaking her head.
“I hate you. Read my lips… I hate you so much and I will never ever…” she sniffled back tears, her shoulders shaking with more sobs.
“Never forgive you!” She snatched her hands away from my grasp and like a fool, I stood there as she ran out of the door. I heard the living room door open and shut and a few seconds later, I could see her through the window. Running away from me in the pouring rain.
“Peaches.” I reached my hand out pathetically.
“Don’t. Don’t leave me, Peaches.” I whispered but she ran farther away from me and I just watched as the human who held my last piece of sanity drifted away from me.
Farther. Farther.