"Alright...Suri's going to take care of the house, you keep bringing in money and she'll keep paying the bills and getting you contracts." My dad stated, patting his pockets. "This is probably the last time you'll see me...so...if ever you wanted to ask me something...now would be the time."

I licked my lips, feeling the cracks and cuts. "What was her name?"

"What?" he asked with a sharp tone.

"What was her name!?" I yelled, standing from my chair. "You know her name!"

My dad shook his head. "She was a client! Some random whore, why the fuck do you even care!?"

"Shut up!" I snapped. "That's my fucking mother you're talking about!"

"And your mother was a whore!" He turned in a snap, jacket billowing behind him. "I'm leaving, try and make something of yourself."

As he started walking away I felt something break, some inhibitor just cracked, sending me into a pure rage. I grabbed a lamp from the nearest table and ran at my father. "Raaaaugh!" I jumped at him, cracking him over the head with the lamp.

He let out a glottal grunt as he fell face first onto the floor. I landed on his back, quickly rolling off and scrambling to my feet. "Gaah- holy shit!" I looked at my father, the bear of a man splayed out on the floor.

I had to be quick about this, I was either going to run, or going to bury him, or die. My father had always had a short temper, but he would strangle me to death if he ever got the chance. I grabbed him by the ankles and started dragging him outside. Pull by pull, foot by foot, we reached the door outside.

I yanked my father down the steps, bashing his head on the concrete. Eventually I got him outside, heaving and panting from the exhausting work. Two-hundred thirty pounds of pure muscle, all turned to dead weight, I couldn't help but feel a little impressed.

But it was time to finish this. I ran to the shed, found a spade and hurried out. My dad was slowly trying to lift himself out of the grass. I summoned up all my anger, my rage. Every time he had beaten me, every time he called my mother a whore, every time he talked down to me, treated me like dirt, treated me like something less than human, an animal. I felt my muscles tighten as I raised the shovel over my shoulder.

My father looked at me with a stare that could kill a lesser man. "You whore-son piece of shit!"

I brought the shovel down, bashing him about the brow and splitting his skin. "Raaaaugh!" I reeled back, ready to strike again. "This is for London!" I swung the shovel, turning his head and bloodying the spade. "For Chicago--Singapore--fucking Hanover!" I continued to wail on him with the heavy metal spade, turning his head into a reddened mess. "For mom! For Me! For everyone!" I reeled back for a final swing. "Fuck you!!!" I took an underhand swing, cracking my father's vertebra and causing his neck to turn at a forty-five degree angle.

I threw the shovel down and fell to my knees. It was done. I had finally gathered the strength to end this bastard's life. I felt a horrid sadness overtake me, along side a creeping sense of maniacal happiness. I let out a crazed laugh, falling to all fours to keep from collapsing. "You fucker...you finally got it!" I cried, confused as to what would come next.

I just sat there, waiting for something to happen. I was alone now, an island, no practical skills, pulled from school before I could graduate. What was I going to do? The only thing my father had ever showed me how to do was take mares, never showed me how to build something, how write, how to paint, nothing.

I felt my eyes start to burn as I stood up. As much as I hated this man, as much as I despised him, he was still my father, my only blood connection in this land, severed by a shovel. But it was done. There was no going back, and so no use trying to dwell on it.

If there was one thing my dad had showed me, it was how to disconnect yourself, treat people like bodies, like animals. This was no different than burying a dog or a cat. And so, with a bloodied and bent spade, I started to dig. Six and a half feet tall, four feet wide, eight feet deep. I wanted to make sure no one would ever find him.

It took hours. I started at dawn, right after he was scheduled to leave, and finally had it dug out at eight. More than twelve hours of just digging in the mud. My father had already messed himself, making the whole situation that more unpleasant. I climbed out of the pit, my hands caked in mud and blisters.

I rolled onto the torn up grass and started pushing his stiff body towards the pit. I couldn't help but cry as the horrible feeling of a dead man turned stiff. It was horrifying. I felt so dirty, horrid, but relived. I would never have to see this man again once I got him to the pit, once he was there it was over, and I could start figuring out my life.

I got him to the edge. Said a short prayer, "May the Almighty Lord hear us. And may the souls of the departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen." And kicked him into the pit.

I jumped as he hit the bottom. Feeling a horrid sickness overtake me. I fell to my knees, vomiting my meager breakfast into the pit, acid burning my mouth as the food was replaced by bile. My eyes watered as the thing gruelish acid spewed from my throat. Eventually the tirade stopped and let me get to my feet. I kicked dirt in, shoveled it in, and eventually it was done. I replaced the grass and threw the extra dirt into the corner of the wall.

The ordeal was done, I was free. I walked back into the house, finding Suri sitting in the living room. "Hmmm, so someone did it." She turned her head to me. "Bout' time, okay?"

I felt like slapping her. "How much did you see?!"

Suri let out an obnoxious laugh. "Enough to get you executed.... But who'd want that? Not me." She smiled wide. "Then who'd pay the bills? Who'd treat me like the bitch I am?" She capped her statement with a laugh. "Just means I get the younger, and I'm not about to complain."

I could taste bile in my mouth. "And what if I don't want to do this?"

Suri let out a short laugh. "Well, then I turn you in, get a nice bounty, and go live somewhere nice for the rest of my life." She turned away from me. "Now go wash up, okay? Mama want's to feel like a mare...."

I felt horrible, I had only traded one monster for another. But this, this was a monster I could train. This was something I was dominant over. Not a six-four beast, but a four and a half foot pony, already asking for me to service her. I could deal with this.

I stumbled into my bathroom, trailing mud as I went. I threw my entire body into the shower and cranked it to full.

I sat there for what felt like ages, letting the boiling hot water purge my actions, leaving me ready to face my new life, and start controlling its direction. I knew what I had to do, I knew what I could do, and in the end, I wouldn't be leaving behind and sons or daughters.

I only had to contend with Suri, and I knew what she was. She thought she was smarter than me, stronger, but I was going to prove her wrong. My father was a bastard, a bastard spawning cretin, but he was brutal, and that was the key to his success. I needed to become just like him. But I wasn't like him, I could do this right. Housewives, cheaters, mares in heat, it didn't matter, at least I could do this right. Not like him. Next Chapter: On My Own Estimated time remaining: 1 Hour, 29 Minutes