I get to the door and turn the doorknob but the silly door wouldn't budge. It doesn't seem to freak me out because it's not his first.
He normally does that always and I tend to go back not because I can't enter if I want to but because I just feel like not interfering.
Don't look at me that way, it's part of the powers I have. I can enter through any door I want and with just a glance can open any door.
This happens to be the first power I realized I had, it was on a cold night. Mum came back late from work and kept knocking hoping to be let in but my so-called dad wouldn't let her in.
And wouldn't let me go get her too.
And why was that? Well, as he babbled to my hearing; before mum came back from work, he was horny due to the cold and needed to fuck badly but mum was nowhere to be found so he decided to call over a cheap slut and fuck her right in front of me.
For two hours I watched him bang her recklessly until a knock sounded on the door.
I knew who it was right from where I sat. My so-called dad dragged me into their bedroom and made me watch him bang the slut. I had nothing to say. Knew he wouldn't hesitate to hit me if I the least shake my head.
He roughly sat me down and locked the door but left the keys there. I knew what he meant, dare leave if you think you've grown up so I just sat there.
Mum's knock became persistent, it had been just cold earlier but then snow was dropping vividly. I knew she must be freezing.
I stood up damning all the consequences and just as I wanted to turn the keys a stronger hand shoved my little hand away, right-turned the keys, and took it away.
I watched him take the keys back to bed and began banging the slut all over again and clenched my fist. I felt like punching him so hard but mum's knock became louder, harder, demanding, and...
It felt like something took over me at that instant and I walked through the door. My so-called dad termed it that I used an Allen key.
He never knew what happened. I guess he was so lost in the damn slut's pussy to notice any other thing.
That was the night mum found out her husband was a typical manwhore but what did she do? She just let the slut go and didn't say a word to my so-called dad. She didn't even the least bark at him.
And when I asked why she would see such and keep shut she said her normal anthem and topped it with. "Moreover, I was at fault, if I was at home by the time he came back he wouldn't have called over a slut. He is not to blame, I am." It took me off balance. A typical simp!
I know you must be wondering now why I never made an attempt to escape from detention then when I knew I had all that power. Well, some things are better not said.
I gaze down at the doorknob and it twists open on its own and I walk in.
A smile finds its way to my face as I recall how I did that repeatedly in detention.
Part of why the kids repeatedly called me a witch. It's not a new thing. Never will be.
Mum is too into what she is confronting to notice what just occurred but he did and he is gaping at me with slacked jaws.
His grip on mum has lessened and she is breathing a little bit fine although it's coming out erratic.
I give him a tight-lipped smile and pass my tongue over the sharp edge of the knife savoring the taste of my blood on it. "Get away from her or you will regret ever fathering me." I point the knife at him and clench my fist.
I expect him to shiver and scurry away like a kitten but he instead chuckles and in just a blink of an eye like it never happened the smile fades and his lips draw back in a snarl. "And what are you going to do if I don't? Kill me just as you killed my only son? You bloody witch!"
I let out a dry chuckle impressed that he is right for once in his life. Of course, I wouldn't waste a second to slice his throat and eat of his skin then drink of his blood. I lick my lips already salivating at the taste of him.
"Ou..r..da..ug..ter..is..no.t..a..wi..tc..h..as..sh..ol..e!" Mum yells in stutters and his grip on her suddenly tightens back and she begins coughing out.
The veins in my neck are throbbing, my fists are shaking. I'm losing it. I'm losing it.
Mum is gasping for air, she's gasping, kicking, and struggling! I'm losing it!
"Leave her alone!" I growl and stamp my foot but he wouldn't listen.
He is daring me to do my worst.
It feels like something takes over me and before I know I'm walking toward him.
I can hear mum saying "no, no, no."
I get behind him, raise the knife so high and plunge it deep into his upper back right in the spinal canal and he gasps out as blood drizzle out.
He tries to push me off but with my eyes, I throw him against the wall and rush after him.
I turn him over and pierce the knife that has already fallen off deep into his chest and cut out his heart watching blood drop out of it.
I flip my tongue over it and moan out at how sweet it tastes.
It tastes sweeter than strawberry.
Mum is as pale as a white sheet as she stares at me. "What have you done? What have you done?" She sobs and crawls to his corpse.
"My sweet husband, my husband, hubby, baby," her cries become louder and I cover my ears and crinkle my nose. So irritating.