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They say my father’s a serial killer. It’s a damn lie! Yesterday, he swore to me he’s innocent. Of course, he’s innocent. My father’s the gentlest man I know. A sweet, kind human being. He’s been framed! I know. He’d never kill Baby!
It happened before. Years ago, when my older brother died, they suspected that Father murdered him. Of course, there was only circumstantial evidence. That’s all there ever was-is. But in the end, they could not charge him with anything. The medical examiner deemed my brother’s death a suicide.
It also happened when Mother died in a car accident, a year before my older brother’s death. They suspected Father. Claimed the brakes had been tampered with. Yet there was no proof that Father had altered the brakes.
Now that Baby’s dead, there’s just the three of us-Father, my twin brother, and I. If Father goes to prison, what will happen to my twin and me? What shall we do?
Father’s on trial for Baby’s murder. There’s no evidence...it’s all circumstantial. Right?
The prosecutor announces the discovery of new evidence. The knife that Baby was stabbed with has been found. Father’s DNA is on it. Of course, it was Father’s knife. So what? But they’ve got Father’s blood on the weapon too. He’s been framed!
Father is convicted of Baby’s murder. He will spend the rest of his life in prison unless... They will try him for the other alleged murders. They plan to seek the death penalty.
We visit Father in prison. Disheveled, he looks like a Bowery bum. He has fallen into a deep depression. My twin and I reassure him we believe in his innocence. We see a faint smile on his face that instantly vanishes.
At home, my fraternal twin and I smile wickedly at each other.
“My beautiful sister,” he whispers.
“My handsome brother,” I reply.
“My lover,” he adds.
“My lover,” I echo.
“What shall we do?” he asks.
“Make love!” I reply. “Again and again and...”
When Mother threatened to reveal our delicious, dirty secret, my twin brother fixed her car. He’s a mechanical genius!
Then a year later, our older brother caught us in bed together and threatened to tell Father. I love guns! Always enjoyed playing with my toy guns. When I got older, I learned how to shoot a real gun. Yeah. I’m a tomboy. And a femme fatale too!
I met with my prudish brother alone and pretended I wanted to talk with him. We talked. And then I shot him point blank in the head. Made it look like a suicide. I’m good at such things.
It was tough killing Baby-only 13 years old. He was becoming a man and would have been an Adonis too. But he caught us in bed! Pretty Baby threatened to tell Father too.
We killed him together. My twin restrained his arms, as I stabbed Baby to death. It was quite thrilling! I had this spontaneous, explosive orgasm!
Tomorrow, we’ll plant new evidence against Father for the other two murders. We’re quite good at this. Father will get the death penalty!
In 30 days, we’ll turn 18. We’ll be free, without any parental or adult restraints. In the meantime, Grandmother will live with us for a month. She’s as dumb as Father. She’ll never figure it out. Doesn’t have a clue. Deceiving her will be a piece of cake. Life is beautiful! Sexy and beautiful!
POSTSCRIPT I
This morning I discovered I’m 2 months pregnant. Shall I abort it? Kill it at birth or later on? Or shall I love it? I’m a bit ambivalent about Motherhood.
Well, it’ll be a joint decision. My twin will know what we must do about the baby and the seedy doc who knows.
POSTSCRIPT II
Tomorrow the trial continues. We’ll be there-to give our beloved Father our Janus-faced support.
We know he’s innocent. Of course, we have perfect knowledge of his innocence, just as we know he’ll be spending his final days on Death Row.
We know!
