Spoilt Girl

Cindy Elise always got what she wanted. Ever since she was a little girl, her parents were both easily manipulated people who let everyone (including their own daughter) walk all over them. Both parents got picked on in school, college and university by all the students, teachers and tutors. They were shy pushovers through and through, but somehow always managed to get by in life, by some bizarre miracle of good luck or chance. Perhaps just doing exactly what others demanded was a ticket for success, especially in the workplace. They made it rich and both had good jobs, meaning they could both afford Cindy all the toys, games, books, accessories, clothes and trips to the cinemas, theme parks, zoos or water parks she could ever dream of. They went to Paris Ricky Mouse Land and Florida Ricky Mouse World too. All three of them had holidays in Madrid, Miami, the Carribbean, Italy, China and Australia to visit Sidney, America to visit New York, England to visit London and Japan to visit Tokyo. They went all over the globe, saw and did everything there was to see and do, gifting their daughter all the flowers in the world. Cindy would often buy half the merchandise within the gift shop, at every attraction they visited. Her parents spending thousands of dollars on days out, that should have only cost a mere hundred. Cindy was living the dream life, where she always got whatever she desired, no matter how expensive or difficult, without question or resistance. As she got older her demands only grew more and more impossible to fulfil. Despite the fact her parents both worked full time with maximum wage jobs, Cindy's ever growing list of wants and needs only got more and more insane and unrealistic. Eventually her pushover parents summoned the courage to finally say; "no". It took them 18 years to finally say it, Cindy was a young woman now, but she still wore bright pink dresses and had her blonde hair done up into pigtails. Looking like some oversized toddler.

"What do you mean, no?!" She screamed, as if that word was from some kind of foreign or alien language she couldn't understand.

"We... We can't afford to-"

"But you're rich!" Cindy shouted at her mum.

"We're struggling honey, please understand!" Father pleaded, crying, "if we could, we would buy you that new pink sports car to go with your other five, but we're all a bit strapped for cash right now."

"You'd have to sell one of your six houses to afford a new car honey." Mum added, smiling weakly.

"How dare you!" Cindy screamed, rising to her feet.

"Enough of this!" Father snapped, "you're a grown woman now, stop acting like a damn child!"

"Excuse me?!" Cindy coughed.

"You're an 18 year old, start acting like one. Stop dressing like a little girl while you're at it too!"

Cindy was speechless, her jaw dropped.

"This is punk." She said at last.

"You look like a five year old!" Father added, scornfully, "and you behave like one too!" He was unloading decades worth of frustration and rage all out at her at once, "it's time to grow up, you little, spoilt shit!"

"Fuck you!" Cindy spat, before storming into the kitchen.

"Where are you going? you little bitch!" Father asked, snarling like some wild, rabid dog. Before he could even react, Cindy pulled out a large kitchen knife from the drawers and stabbed him directly into the heart.

"C- Cindy..." Father gurgled up blood, spitting it down his once clean business shirt, before dropping dead on the white tiled floor, staining it red. Mother walked into the kitchen, saw the sight of her bloodied husband on the floor, bleeding out and moaning with her daughter stood above him, knife in her hand looking like some scene straight out of a 1980s slasher movie.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" She screamed in frantic terror.

"Help me... Bury him." Cindy shivered.

"What?!" Mother asked, not quite believing what her daughter just said.

"I can't go to jail mommy, pretty girl like me..."

"No..." Was all mother could say.

"Then help me bury him." Pleaded Cindy.

"Wait..." Father mumbled, he was still alive, "get me... To the hospital!"

"He's still alive!" Mother cried, holding her dying husband.

"I can... I can still sur- survive." He coughed up more blood, "call... An... Ambulance."

"Come on, sweetie!" Mother said to Cindy, "do what daddy says!"

"No." Cindy shook her head.

"What?!" Mother gasped.

"Then they'll know I stabbed him." She replied coldly.

"I wo- won't press charges..." Father whined.

"We can't take that chance." Cindy shook her head, "you don't want to see me locked behind bars, do you mommy?!"

"No!" Mother cried, hugging her daughter's leg, "of course not, no!"

"Bu- but what about me?" Daddy trembled.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy..." Cindy handed the bloody knife over to her mum.

"What?!" Mother shook her head, "I- I- I can't!"

"It's the only way." Cindy manipulated her.

"Ok..." Mother nodded.

"Wait! Lindsay don-"

But Mother already slit open his neck, killing the poor man instantly.

"I'm sorry Frank!" She cried over his dead body, "but I can't let Cindy go to jail!"

"It's ok, mum..." Cindy patted her mother's back, "let's bury him in the backyard."

"No..." Mother cried, "let me just hold him for a second longer. Then we'll make his death look like a tragic car accident."

"Can we use one of your cars, not mine." Cindy added.

"Of course, sweetie. Whatever you want." Mother smiled weakly and never said 'no' to her daughter ever again. She was afraid what might happen to her if she did so.