Say Cheeze!
Sit down father. You wanted to have a conversation. Let’s have a little chat.
I know what you want. You’ve always dreamed of a happy family. It’s what most people are taught to want. I don’t blame you. But you should’ve considered that maybe your child wouldn’t want to be a part of your happy family before procreating.
You see, that’s the problem with most people. They don’t consider all possibilities before procreating. If they did, they’d never do it. They don’t think, they just act. Fucking sheep.
And you father, decided to follow the herd. How unfortunate. And you sit in front of me, asking me to move in with you. But I’m not a happy family kinda guy. I hate families, and I absolutely hate you. I couldn’t live a single day alone with you. I hate you and mother with every single breath I take. I’m not giving you the happy family you’ve always wanted. And even if you get married again and make another child, I’ll burn your house down with your family in it, and I’ll make you watch them scream for help as they burn, trapped inside the house you built, a house of shattered dreams, a house of rotten desires.
You see my mother is eating herself up from the inside, I don’t need to bother with her I can just sit and watch her get swallowed by her own guilt, but you. You feel no guilt. You’re shameless. You believe that you’re fulfilling your destiny and you lead a happy life despite my existence. You act as if I’d still be here even if it wasn't for you but I don’t see it that way. You are a very proud man and I will crush your pride down to a fucking million pieces. I’ll make you wallow in regret. I am your worst nightmare. You need to learn that actions have consequences. I am your consequence. I don’t want you to live a happy life father, I want you to be in pain until your very last breath, I want to see you suffer.
You see, I’m tired of love and kindness, living happy lies and putting on a thankful mask everyday, I’m tired being neutral, indecisive and in between, I’m tired of nihilism and indifference, thinking what’s the point, I should just kill myself and be over with it, no, I’m tired of all this shit, all of it! I choose to follow the hatred dad, I want to let my anger grow so it can swallow you whole. I want revenge. I demand revenge for my existence. I am mad at you for creating me and acting like it wasn’t your doing. Putting it all on god and destiny, all your twisted fantasies far from reality, I don’t buy any of your bullshit. You don’t even have the audacity to apologize to me for making me exist. And I will make you bow down and lick my bloody shoes instead.
In a way we’re one and the same. You’ve always said it yourself, I’m like an upgraded version of you. You’ve always hated your parents too. You can’t lie to me even if you lie to yourself, I can see the hatred within you, burning you from the inside. I’m exactly like you but I have what you’ve always lacked, a clear vision of reality, and dare. I’m the monster you created. Look at me! Are you happy with your creation? Are you satisfied? Is it what you always wanted? Are you finally happy now, as you thought you would be? No?
Do you remember years ago when I almost choked you to death? I know you do, you just choose to turn a blind eye to it. When I choked you, you woke up unable to see for about five minutes. Or how about that time I almost pulled a knife on you? If mother wasn’t there to grab my hand I would’ve pulled out that kitchen knife and shoved it right into your throat without hesitation. And it would all be simply because you wouldn’t leave me alone on my own birthday. You made me angry. And I always cherish and act on my anger. So next time you wanted to quote on quote, hang out, or, have a father and son conversation or, ask me to move in with you, I want you to remember that, and those five minutes of blindness. You know it’s not just how I talk father. You know I truly hate your guts. Let’s not turn a blind eye to that anymore, shall we? Unless you want me to pull your eyes out right now. Cause if you piss me off again, I’m not gonna just make you go blind. I’m gonna rip your eyes straight out and crush them beneath my feet. You understand?
I want to do to you, what you never had the balls to do to your father. I didn’t bring you here just to speak with you, I brought you here, to hurt you. Now go wait for me on the parking floor. There’s only one way to settle this.
T hid two razors between his fingers as he formed a fist. He put his phone in his pocket and went down to the parking floor where he faced his father.
—Renounce your idiotic beliefs and apologise to me for creating me. We can forget about all this and go back upstairs for a cup of coffee.
—You are here because you chose to come into this world.
—That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. You can never surprise me dad.
T threw a fist into his father’s face, the razors left huge bleeding scars. He proceeded to punch until his dad puked blood. His left eye had gone blind and full of blood from the sharp punches. As he fell down T kneeled unto his body and continued punching, until he swallowed all his teeth. Half conscious, T’s father tried to crawl away. T stood and kicked him in the stomach several times. As he stood above his father’s bleeding body he licked his father’s blood off the razor and let out a laugh like never before. He then pulled his phone out with his left hand and took a selfie with his bleeding father.
Say cheese!
Now here’s the deal, I could go upstairs real quick and come back with a saw, cut off your fingers one by one so that you can never enjoy playing the hand drums ever again, but without your fingers you will also be unable to do your job, pay checks, use your phone, and many more things that are useful to me. So if you promise me that from now on you owe me half of all the money you have and everything you own as of now, and you will pay me half your monthly salary, I won’t cut off your fingers. And in a couple of months when I’m eighteen I’ll be coming to you with a lawyer and a contract with said deal that you’ll have to sign. Refuse and I’ll cut your fingers off right there and then no matter where we meet and as an additional punishment I will cut off your genitals and feed them to you. Sounds hilarious! Now don’t you think of running off, because as you’ve always said yourself, you have a biological compass and as your son I have an even stronger biological compass specially towards your location and I will find you no matter where you go and I will decapitate your legs piece by piece, starting from your toes, before I do all the other said things. Do you understand my statement and will you promise to comply?
T’s father nodded in pain.
I knew you still had some sense left in you.
T walked into the elevator.
Love ya!
T went inside and reached out to his grandma’s nurse.
Hey go to the parking floor and call an ambulance will ya? Oh and when you see his face I want you to remember this sentence: “That face, is why smart people don’t make children.”
T walked to his room and proudly hung the razors up on his wall as his father’s blood dripped from them, posted the selfie on his social media, cleaned the blood off his gloves but decided not wash the stains off his clothes keeping them as memorabilia, took them off, sat down on his chair and poured himself a glass of whiskey with soda.
He drank as he finally felt true satisfaction with his life.
After that day he would look at that photo on his phone at any time of inconvenience to calm himself down. He went on to live a happy life with no regrets.
