The Last Smile

I wait in the bushes next to the garage, hands trembling. The car pulls in and before the garage door closes, I slide in. He turns off the car and opens the door. I wait behind the car, waiting for the moment. He steps out and closes the door but before he can reach the door I drive a screw driver into his neck.

I use one of my hands to stop him from screaming too loud but in my hand I can hear blood gurgling sounds. I lead him to the ground slowly as he chokes. I let him lay there trying to live, I watch him die. There was a football game tonight at out high school. I followed him all night for this chance....revenge.

I pull the screwdriver from his neck and sneak out of the garage window. I run home as fast as I can, the rain pouring down and the blood dripping from my hands. I have been waiting a long time for this and finally I got my wish.

I get to the backyard and open my shed. I store my jacket and and the screwdriver in a trunk where we used to keep our costumes for Halloween. I head into the house and there waits my dog Max and my sister Amy doing her homework.

"Hey asshole, did you get stuck in the rain?" she laughs. I don't say anything and head towards my room. Before I can make it I notice my drunk father sitting in his chair watching some cop show. He throws his empty can of beer at me. "You didn't take out the fucking trash this morning." He slurs.

"I forgot and needed to get to school." I replied. He jumps up as fast as his drunk ass could go and puts me up against the wall. His breath smells of stale beer and cigarettes. "What fucking use are you then?" He throws me down and kicks me in my stomach. My mother runs at him begging him to stop. He smacks her across her face. I get up and run to my room and as I close the door I can hear him screaming at my sister and mother.

After a while the screaming dies down and he eventually passes out on his chair. My sister and mother are crying together in my sisters room. My sister and I go to the same Highschool, she is a grade older than I am but she is more popular with people and doesn't like to be seen with me. I walk out of my room and head towards the family room. My father still passed out and the TV is off. Mom must have turned it off after she got my sister to sleep. The dog is as happy as can be to see me. I pet him and then go grab 4 of my dads beers. Only way I can sleep living in this fucking house.

The next morning I wake to my mother crying again, Amy has left already and my dad was stumbling out of the house to his next disappointment. I grab my clothes and head out to catch up to my friends Jane and Kevin. Jane is the nerdy type of girl, president of the recycling club and all around miss know-it-all. She isn't too liked because everyone hates the nerds. Kevin is a burnout like me and loves to smoke. He doesn't know his real dad and his mother isn't much of a conversationalist. The are good to me so I keep them around.

I catch up to them and Jane starts off with a smile and greeting. Kevin nods as he takes a drag of his smoke. "Did you guys hear, someone killed Travis Strowed?" Jane keeps up to date with a lot of the worlds news. Kevin coughs and laughs. "About time someone takes care of his ass." Jane frowns at Kevin but waits for me to respond. I don't.

She glares at Kevin again and says, "That's a horrible thing to say, he is a person too." Kevin shoots back, "This jock asshole pushes you around, throws sandwiches in your recycling bins and beats on us any chance he can get. Fuck that guy." She shakes her head in disagreement.

We make it to school and everyone is talking about who might have done it. A few people point me out because I was usually a target for Travis. I get to class and people keep talking. Teachers are urging us not to start pointing people out because it will only cause more problems. Travis was a star athlete for the football team. His friends cry and his team mates whisper about revenge on the killer.

The counselors are pulling kids aside to see how they feel or what they can do to help us poor kids. The day rolls on and I haven't been picked yet to talk to the counselors. I go into the lunch room to sit with Jane and Kevin. We usually sit alone in the back of the cafeteria. We love to talk about video games and comics but today I wasn't feeling myself. Jane notices I look pale and sleepy. "Are you ok?" she asks. I ignore her with a shrug. Kevin shoves his food in his face as if he were the only one in room. We continue to sit in silence until one of Travis's friends walks behind Jane and drops pudding on her blouse. She screams and runs to the bathroom crying.

All of the jocks start laughing at her and I feel my rage come back. I stand up and shove him back. " Is that funny to you asshole?" I ask him. He shoves me harder and laughs. "Stay down you little pussy." He walks away and I stay down. Kevin tries to help me up but I shove him off and stand up myself. I skip the next period and wait in the hall by the science lab where I knew the jock would be coming out of. He leaves his class early to head to the bathroom, I follow behind.

We get to the bathroom and I wait until he goes in first. I walk in and look for him under the stalls, I spot him and its only us. I pull my scissors from my book bag and wait in front of the stall. The stall door opens and I force myself in pushing him back onto the toilet. I cover his mouth and ram my scissors into the front of his neck. The blood pours out onto my hand and he convulses in pain.

I leave the scissors and close the stall door behind me. as I head out someone comes in and notices blood on me. I start moving down the hall faster and as I walk I hear a scream. I look behind me and see the kid run out screaming for help. A teacher asks me where I should be but I ignore him and keep walking. I head out of the front doors and notice my walk turns into a run. I run, and I run. I make it home and notice my fathers car out front. Fuck.

I go into the house praying he is drunk and asleep. I see mother making a sandwich and I know it's not for her. She asks me why I'm home but I don't answer. I cover my hand so she doesn't see the blood and head to my room. I strip my clothes off and head to the bathroom to wash my hands. I can hear my mother tell my father I am home very early. I hear his hard heels pound as he heads my way.

The door swings open and he grabs me again. "What the fuck are you doing home?" he throws me to the ground and yells at me. "Are you skipping school boy?" He slaps the back of my head as a crawl away. My mother again asks him to stop. She gets slapped too. My rage again, I can feel it boil. I crawl towards our fire place to grab the poker but he pulls me back.

I flip around onto my back and kick him in his left knee cap. I turn back and continue to crawl towards the poker. I grab it look back towards my father, I ram the poker into his leg and he screams. He grabs me and punches me in the face breaking my nose. I fall back and hit my head, dazed, I see him struggle to pull out the poker. I scramble to my feet and head to his room. He has a revolver under his bed and its always loaded. I grab it and head back to the living room, I am still struggling to walk.

When I get back to him he is to his feet but with a different approach, a more worried expression on his face. He asks me to put the gun down. Mom cries and trembles. I lock eyes with him and we hear a knock at the door, It's the police. They ask if the can speak with the owner of the house but we are all at a stand still. My mom grabs for the gun and it goes off through her stomach.

She falls back and my father catches her as he screams. The police kick the door in and tell me to drop my weapon. I still have my eyes locked in on my father and I see tears run down his face. Cops have their guns drawn on me and they continue to scream. I remember all the shit I have gone through in my life and figure that this is what I wanted for so long. My eyes widen and my face tilts down and I smile at him, a demonic looking smile. The last smile he will ever see. I pull the trigger....the cops pull their triggers.