It was morning time, not yet time to explore her house. I was getting pretty hungry, so I asked Leah about the layout of the house, not wanting to bug her for a tour.
"It's this door, if I'm correct."
I grabbed the knob and twisted it. I heard subtle footsteps and crunching, almost like walking on chips.
"You're Celine, right?"
The footsteps came to a stop right in front of me.
"Then, boy, can I assume the pair you got there was from surgery? No offense."
His concern was justified. I searched through the melancholy in my brain for a reasonable reply and soon found my answer in my imaginative mind.
"They say it isn't hard to transition when you're sure it's what you're prepared for. And from there, it flies."
I liked being above rather than below—the defeat of a monarchy.
"Do you have a dick, if you don't mind answering?"
"Yes," I said, nodding, a sour expression plastered on my face.
"You hungry, Celine?"
I began to open the window as he sipped on brewed coffee.
"I'm starving, sir," I said, my eye following the man's every move.
"I didn't expect a guest so early. I have yet to prepare your linens or breakfast, at that. If you would please wait out here while I get everything in order. There's a bench over there, and if you'd like, there's a TV you can watch. But I have to fetch the remote from my wife's room," he said.
"I wouldn't mind watching TV until you're finished preparing."
I took a seat on the bench. I waited for the remote in silence.
"Hey, handsome," I thought.
I felt a soft sensation rubbing against my right arm.
"Good morning, Leah."
"I didn't expect you to come soaked. Did the slimes attack you in bed?" I asked jokingly.
"You don't remember our battle in bed, huh?" she smiled.
"And we don't talk about that," I replied, still red in the face.
"My, my, how was it, my dear Leah?"
I hadn't noticed him. From the looks of it, he had been there for a minute or two.
"I had a feast." She licked her lips as if there were leftover sperm still on them.
"I'm glad you enjoyed him," he smiled, seeing the beet-red face on me.
"A remote for the television."
I surfed through channels to distract myself from the situation. I heard the door close in front of me.
"What do you like watching, Celine?" she asked as I searched the channels.
"I mostly like anime," I said, stopping at the Disney Channel.
"Kiddish, a bit. You like Mickey Mouse?"
She seemed to be taking notes of everything I liked, with a pen and paper in hand.
"I'm just a little confused. I can't find an anime channel, so I figured Disney would have anime."
I turned up the volume.
"If you're looking for anime, you can find quite the catalog in the recorded shows."
She guided me through the recordings, eventually stopping on Lily.
"Oh, sweets, have they released any new episodes?" she asked excitedly.
"I see. Me and you have a thing or two in common."
I smiled before checking the recent episodes. It looked like there was a whole catalog of recently aired ones.
She looked as if I were about to give her a cookie. Her eyes twinkled with excitement, and she began singing the theme song as it played.
"It looks like you two are enjoying the show, but I must interrupt. Breakfast will lose its warmth."
With a stern voice, he paused the TV.
"Ahh, Dad," she responded like a kid trying to reason with their parents after getting grounded.
"I know you're interested, but you need at least something to digest, or you'll be huddled by the toilet again with your medication," he replied.
She sighed, finally convinced, and strolled to the kitchen.
"Dad, you cooked sausage and eggs?"
She seemed stressed. It showed on her face.
"You're a vegan this morning or something?"
She stood from her chair and pointed at me.
"Celine doesn't eat either. Why won't you be more considerate to my girl?"
"I already told you about the situation."
She was quick to bark at him, yet she dug into her eggs.
But it was true—I couldn't stomach either.
"Yeah, yeah, you got me, princess. I think if you look in the back, there should be waffles and fruit."
He wore a frown that quickly turned into a hearty smile.
"Thanks."
I got up from the chair I was sitting in and moved toward the door beside the store.
"It's dark in here. Where's the light switch?" I asked.
Just then, the door slammed shut.
I smelled it before I saw it. It was disturbing to be shrouded in darkness. I banged on the door, but there was no response. Just a light flickering—then gone.
I turned my head toward the source of my worry, and as I did, I saw the limbs severed and a bloody crimson painting the ground with a vile scent.
"Leah!" I screamed, but there was no response.
I heard a gunshot go off as tears flowed down my face.
The door yanked open, and a crying girl embraced the crying me.
"I had to," she said, her eyes wide, most likely from the pepper spray on the ground.
"Is he dead?" I asked, catching my breath.
"Unfortunately. It would be best if we wiped the floor with bleach and vinegar. But before that, we need to wrap him in a tarp and dispose of the body," she said calmly.
Outside, I searched around for the tarp she had mentioned.
"I would say that you made minced meat of your father, but his body isn't shredded—so that's the last piece," I joked, trying to keep my true emotions from showing on my face.
"Tarps in this house are usually in the cabinets, but the rope is in my dad's bedroom," she said.
"Got it."
I searched all the cabinets while looking at what had been unmanned minutes ago. I reached for the tarp on the bottom shelf.
"I think I found a tarp. Unfortunately, it has holes in it," she sighed.
"I know. Father wasn't dumb. He probably plotted this from the beginning, knowing how he was praised," she remarked with a frown.
"Well, I guess I know where you've gained your knowledge from. But I didn't expect you to off him for cooking a meal I couldn't eat. I think you went a little too far there."
I picked up his light body with gloves and placed him on the blue tarp.
"It shouldn't hinder any further interactions if we do this."
Her hands moved the man onto his side, wrapping him like a cocoon. I tied the sides with the ropes I found. The tarp tightly hugged the body.
"Where do we hide it?" I asked, my face twitching like crazy.
"We don't. Disposing of the body will actually be more of a hassle."
"Wait, wasn't it your idea to dispose of it in the first place?" I asked.