"Serita Stevens - The Unborn" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stevens Serita)

Gradually, Eddie forgot about my threat. Probably, he thought it was just the alcohol talking. But I didn't forget.

I waited and waited. One day, my chance would come.

"D'ya always gotta have a book in hand, kid?"

I smiled. I knew it irked him.

"But I like to read, Daddy. Didn't Mommy like to read, too?"

I'd just shrug. Unnerved, he'd head off for the nearest bar. I wasn't strong enough yet, but the time was coming closer. I would get my revenge. Only I didn't know how.

* * *

The older I got the more I looked like my mother. I grew my hair long, like she had. Eddie never said anything but I knew my resemblance to her unbalanced him.

It was on my 16th birthday that I found the trunk of old clothes stuffed in the back closet. I knew they had belonged to my mother. Other kids had parties for their sixteenth birthdays, but then other kids didn't have a father who'd killed their mother.

It didn't take long for me to find the flowery print dress Mom had worn on the day she died. It billowed out about my waist because of course she'd been pregnant with me then.

I knew Eddie would be home soon. Finding the Mozart record, I sat down on the rocking chair and waited.

Twilight turned to darkness and I continued to sit.

It was after midnight when I heard the sound of his steps in the hall. Waiting in the bedroom. I let the motion of the rocker soothe me as the outer door opened and closed.

"Where the hell you get that record, kid?"

He was drunk -- just like before. I didn't answer but allowed the spirit of my mother to enter me and then I stood, silhouetted by the moonlight as he opened the door.

"Eddie, I love you. Eddie --"

It was her voice I spoke in and her face I took on as I walked slowly toward him, pleased with the shocked look on his face.

"Eddie, why'd you have to be so cruel. Why'd you have to kill me? I loved you, Eddie."

With each step I took toward him, he took several back. I don't even think he realized how near the window was to him. The look of horror on his face was worth every moment of my life on this earth plane with him. He took yet another step backward -- falling through the open window that I had had waiting for him.

I walked to the window and looked down five floors below at the twisted remains of the body which had been my father.

The police and doctor who came with my call were as nice as could be. Everyone in town had known about Eddie's drinking problem -- and no one suspected anything.

"I'll report this as an accident, Miss Hutchins," the doctor said.

I looked up at him and realized he was the same one who had delivered me.

"Thank you, doctor." I paused, waiting a moment as the words sunk in.

"You know, he was never the same after my mother died."