JA5LAYA 40, '67

Dear Mother,

I did it. I finally did it. I killed Father and I will tell you all the gory details. Every single one of it.

You see, Father has days that he beats me. The day you died, he calls it your death anniversary. The day I was born, he says that was the worst day of his life and finally, Sundays. Sundays because he didn't make the priesthood and as a result, he's always in a terrible mood. And who better to bear the brunt and faults of his actions? Me of course. Always me.

Despite all these "special" days, if I do something bad though, he wouldn't hesitate to give me a hearty lashing with his metal beads.

Today was a normal day, like every other Friday. It was going miserably well until I came back home. I had finished school, althought I stalled, taking my precious time because I dreaded coming back home. After all, no one wants to meet the cause of his sadness.

Arriving at the house, I met Father. He stood, watching me with his beady eyes and his huge moustache shaking as he roared my name. With shaking legs, I walked up to him—-

Hold on Mother, Ave Maria just whispered to me as I write this with the blood of my father (yes I filled the pen with his blood as ink), that I shouldn't let you know how I killed Father. Someone might read this diary and this would serve as evidence. I cannot risk that.

So I am leaving out all the gory details. All you need to know is I gave Father a deathly run for his money- paying him back in kind and as a trophy, I took his hated metal beads as mine. They're shining now, with his tainted blood of course.

And call it ironic or not but I am in a church right now, bent on a pew, writing my heart out. The smell of incense surrounds me- such a heavenly scent. A scent I used to loathe— thanks to your husband.

The priest has beckoned to me, he wants to comfort me because my father is dead but little does he know. Well, the better for him, I say.

I will be going now mother but before I do, I will hail Mary. Partly out of hate and worship.

Hail Mary full of Grace, the Lord is with you. Blessed are you among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.

There, it's done. Let me answer the priest now and pretend to be sad that Father is dead.

Till next time,
Ave Maria.

A/N: Yes I did it! Two chapter in one day!🥹❤️ Your thoughtsss?☺️❤️
Nita!❤️