We All Need Somewhere To Go
We would be home in about an hour, if God was smiling down on me today the woods behind the house would be quiet. All I wanted was to run wild for a while with Caleb. It was extremely inconvenient that the woods behind the house was the only place I could be with Caleb, but at least I had somewhere I was able to be with him. His parents insist he can do better than me. Caleb loves me I know it in my heart, but it is hard to carve out time when someone stands in the way the best they can.
My parents of course weren't any happier that I had decided to continue my relationship with Caleb, but they didn't act as though the world was going to fall apart. My parents also did not call Caleb unholy and try to get rid of him. One little mishap on my part and it seems as though Caleb and I will never be able to be together.
My parents and myself have traveled to several places. We were nomads, until we found this house. We moved to a new town, found a home we liked, and stayed until it became prudent to move on to take care of ourselves. The restless life was frustrating. By the time I met someone I had a connection with it was time for us to move on. Caleb's family had been different, but they were still nomads. They had it down to an art.
They had spent a considerable amount of time researching the schedule of the people who vacationed in this home, for two weeks a year. They had the schedule posted in the kitchen so everyone would know what the plan was. Caleb himself spent hours replacing things as they had been for the pictures taken before his family had been living there. Everything had to look the same or the family may notice someone else was living in their home.
I was impressed with their dedication. I mean my family and I just slaughtered the families and took the homes. It usually only meant we were able to stay in one place for about a month, if the people were real hermits. Anything after a month I don't care how much you stay to yourself someone comes to check on you.
It was a nice surprise, when after murdering Caleb's family they came back to run in the woods behind our home. I was finally able to have a normal open relationship with someone who was not related to me. I mean what could I possibly tell Caleb that would bother him after I had put a screwdriver in his ear?
Our parents were against the relationship from the start. His parents didn't understand how he could still want to be with me after I murdered him and his father. Mom had not pulled her weight on this one, she was supposed to have taken care of Caleb's father. I had slammed a flat-head screwdriver deep into Caleb's ear which had killed him almost instantly, and then moved onto shooting his father in the back. His dad had taken a while to die, bleeding out after a little while. I should have shot him in the head and put him out of his misery, but I didn't really plan on seeing him again.
My parents did not understand why I would want a relationship with someone who was a ghost. I mean what possible future could we have. It wasn't like I could marry him or have children. Neither Caleb or I cared. We love each other. It had been hard to start the relationship for a little while. Caleb was understandably irritated that I had murdered him, but after getting to know me a little, I won him over.
We spent our days running through the woods and talking about how life had been before we had met. Caleb had been a grade A thief. If it wasn't nailed down, he had stolen it. Caleb told me about how once his family had been real desperate so they had broken into a church and stolen the crackers meant for communion. That is real hunger. I don't think I would ever be that desperate, you know, that stale ass crackers would be an option.
My life has been moving, murdering, and hiding. I miss the early years when I spent my time trying to make the murders creative. Now it had fallen into a routine. Hopefully, once we have to move on from this home, I will have had a big enough break that I can find some form of joy in it again. I used to be really creative with it. Once I killed a man using a Christmas ham, we ate it later for a big feast. That is the first time I can remember my father acting like he was proud of me.
Caleb and I had both grown up with unconventional ideas about what it meant to take care of your family. I didn't understand how his parents could judge mine for what they had done to take care of their families. I believe that God meant for me to find Caleb and bring him into my family. I don't want to ever leave him, but I know better than to try to look for consistency.
Caleb and I talk about all the places we would have gone to see with each other, you know, had I not murdered him. Romania is one of our biggest regrets. I wanted to see the home of Vlad the Impaler and Caleb wanted to see the rolling country side. Romania has a rich culture and we would have found plenty to do. I could have found us places to stay, I mean we would have been naturally moving every other day. There is no need to be overly cautious if you are not going to be in one place for very long.
This week we just spent in a new home that was about two hundred miles away, was a nice break. I even enjoyed taking care of the family whose home we had taken, but it was nice to be back home with Caleb. The woman who was a stepmother to the two children had put up a real fight. It was nice when a stepparent really cared for the kids. It appears we didn't stay away long enough. There is a car in the driveway. "Who is that?" I ask my father as we pull up.
"I don't know for sure honey, but we are home now and it is time for them leave." He said looking at me with a glint in his eye.
