Have you ever met someone that just seemed a little bit… off?
Did they seem just a little too interested in something… weird?
This story is dedicated to the people who are willing to do almost anything for the thing that they love.
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The Sociopath
Jill N Davies
I created you. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be alive. And look how well you’ve grown—so plump and full. I’m proud of you.
But I don’t want you to think that I did it for you—I didn’t. This was all for me. You’re here for my pleasure. It’s not that I don’t like you. I do. I think you’re beautiful. But you’re only purpose is to bring me joy. It’s why I’ve done what I’ve done this whole time. The months of toiling. It was only worth it because I got what I wanted in the end…
You.
It wasn’t easy, you know. The work was arduous. So many days baking in the sun while I tended to your needs. The labor was love, and as we both know, I’m willing to do almost anything for love.
And I love you.
Do you remember that night in March we spent together? It was about a week after it looked like spring had officially arrived. The temperatures plummeted and I was afraid for you so I did what I could. I couldn’t bring you inside. My family would question me, so I wrapped your like a fragile blossom with a felted blanket and stayed with you for the worst of it. I shielded you from the moisture that threatened to creep in and ruin my plans. I saved you.
I fed you when you were hungry.
I gave you water when you needed it.
I chased away the vermin that threatened to corrupt your purity.
I killed for you.
At first it was small time stuff—the little nibblers and suckers that try to sneak in and not be noticed. No one would judge me for that. How many others have done worse to protect their loved ones? But I may have gone a little overboard. You see, I didn’t realize that the competition would be so aggressive. I had to protect you!
I tried all the usual methods first, of course. I kept you covered so that others couldn’t see what you had to offer. I put up distractions and deterrents, but it wasn’t enough.
And when I saw them pawing at your tender flesh… It was too much for me. I’ve never considered myself a violent person before, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
I performed my evil deeds in the dark of night, obviously. Doing it in the daylight would mean taking on too much risk. What if someone saw what I was doing? Could I live it down? What would the consequences be? I had to be secretive. I had to be smarter than everyone else.
It’s all led us to this point in time—to tonight. The house is supposed to be empty. We’ll finally be alone together, just you and me.
You see, my family is otherwise occupied this weekend. My daughter is going to a slumber party and my wife is having a lady’s night out. I made certain to tell her to stay out as long as she wanted. I even told her she could stay over at Jeanie’s if she wanted, so we’ll have time.
You’re just sitting there, waiting for me. It makes me smile to think of you, soft and round… so ripe. My mouth waters. Knowing how close I am to being with you, putting my mouth against your soft, supple flesh… it makes it hard to focus on driving. That’s what you do to me!
But it’s alright. Here we are. All I need to do is park the car and…
What’s this? What are all these extra cars? Why is Morgan’s car still in the garage? Everyone is supposed to be gone…
There’s so much noise coming from the house. Who is in there? Is the door even locked?
“Daddy hi!”
“Hey sweetheart.” … and she runs off to the other kids… why are there so many kids in my house?
“Hey honey!”
“Morgan! What’s going on?” She’s so beautiful but I’m so upset right now. We’re supposed to be alone right now.
“Oh honey, sorry I left you a voicemail. Frankie has the flu so the party was almost postponed. I told Abby she could have everyone over here and canceled with Jeanie.”
Oh. No. This is not supposed to be happening. “Oh, that’s fine Morgan. We can make this work, I’ve just got to take care of something real quick and then we’ll chat about what the night will look like.”
“I knew you’d understand.”
I can’t look at her right now. I have to get to you. I push past her, into the kitchen. The screen to the patio is open. My heart sinks.
“Morgan?”
“What’s up?” She looks so innocent.
“Has anyone been on the patio?”
“Yeah, I sent the kids out there first thing so I could set up the living room.”
Oh. No.
I race out to you, looking frantically for evidence of your presence, but you’re gone.
“Morgan, did you let them…?”
“Abby was begging so I told her they could have them.”
She sounds so apologetic, but I don’t know if I can forgive her—not for this.
You’re gone. I can’t bring you back. All my hard work is spoiled! You’re gone.
“You okay honey?”
Morgan cares about me. She puts her arm around my shoulder. She can tell something is wrong, but she has no idea what I’m feeling right now. I’m not sure where to go from here…
“My apricots…”
The End
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