Hello! This is a story I want to start writing. There is so many stories dealing with Serial Killers, I thought it would be interesting to see what it was like for the children left behind to deal with their actions. I would appreciate comments to let me know if you liked it or hated it!
Dedicated to Kelsie - Kelsiemariephotography.Blogspot.Com
The sun had begun to rise over the hills of Kentucky. From a distance they truly looked blue. It was times like these when I longed to paint, so I could capture this moment. This would be the last time I would see these hills. I don't regret the choice to leave, But I think my heart would always long for the hills and the woods around my childhood home. It hadn't always been a place of fear and regret.
I loaded up my Dad's old Chevy blazer. It was a piece of junk but it would get me to my destination. And wasn't too bad on gas.
Plus he only used it for work, so no bad memories in it. I didn't want to carry anything that was tied to him and his victims.
Though I would miss the scenery and my home. I would not miss the town. After my Father was arrested, the people there felt as if I was a monster too. They'd whisper and point every time I'd leave my home.Once I went to eat at a restaurant and they refused to serve me, the owners niece was also taken by my Father.
Maybe they blamed me for what he did, maybe they blamed me because I didn't catch him quick enough. To tell you the truth, I blamed myself too. How could I be so blind?
I shook my head, trying to get rid of those thoughts. It was over now, He's be executed next month and I have a chance to start my life over.
I placed the key under the front step like I told the realtor I would. But I doubted she'd ever be able to sell it.It was a place where too many horrible things happened, no one would want to live that close to hell.
i didn't look back as I drove away, I couldn't. If I did I'd see them.The memories that portrayed my Father as a good man. A man who gave me gifts and helped me with my homework. The whole time keeping a horrible secret in his garage.
He did not deserve love, and from what I read he is not capable of love. Maybe I was just a cover? I guess it doesn't really matter now. I haven't spoken to him since the day I turned him in. And he hasn't reached out to me.
My drive was long and tiring, I had too much time to think. To be honest, I really didn't have a destination in mind. I had plenty of money left from my Dad, I could go where ever I wanted. The first thing that came to mind was the beach. I'd love to live at the beach. I had only been there once, when Mom was alive. It was our first and only family vacation.
I listened to the radio, until it changed to two radio personalities debating the death sentence. It made me sick to my stomach. The next station was talking about the 'Kentucky night stalker' also known as Thomas Haynes, also known as my Father. Why did they have to give him a name? Like it was some kind of sick game. Here they were immortalizing the killer instead of the victims. I shook away those thoughts. I was done with it, I'm leaving the past behind me.
I deserved a life, and I'm going to start living it.
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