Title: The Price You Pay
Additional comments: This story is fiction.
Another horrible day had come to Dale Jarridton. The teenager was failing miserably in school with no family support and no friends. He did 'hang out' with some other students at school, but they were not his friends.
The bedroom door slammed shut as Dale hurled his school bag on the floor and cussed. "Hi, Dale," came a voice of his four-year-old sister, the favorite person in his life, covered in bruises. "Hi, Vievie" replied Dale in a happy tune. This was the only good part of the day in the life of Dale Jarridton.
Dale sat down on the couch to watch the footy. "Dale, do the dishes and the washing now!" shouted Dale's mother from across the house. Dale, you can imagine, did not do the chores happily, but angrily. After doing the chores, Dale sat down to watch the TV. Two minutes in watching, his older sister snatched the remote and flicked the channel. Dale just walked away angrily into his room - this was not the first time it had happened and he knew he would not get his way.
Out came the iPod. For about an hour Dale listened to Metal, mainly Death Metal. After all, he was in an angry mood daily and this fueled the flames and made him feel more powerful.
Suddenly, he felt it. He knew he needed it. Dale cussed repeatedly to himself while searching for it. Finally, there it was! He injected the cocaine into him, which his 'friends' gave to him. The only reason Dale was still 'friends' with them because he never tried making friends with anyone else due to lack of confidence.
Dale looked at his watch. It was 6:00 PM. Dad was due home soon. A shudder rushed through Dale's spine, and the same happened to everyone else as the father entered. The dad, swearing as hard as he could due to a bad day at work, grabbed Vievie the four-year-old, as she tried to run away, went into his room and locked the door. You could hear the little girl's screams in agony and the dad cursing at her while brutalizing her. Dale and his older sister looked at each other angrily and sorrowfully with tears in their eyes. Sometimes Dale wondered if the only reason his father created Vievie was to have someone else to punish after Dale and his sister leave home. He swore to himself one day he would kill his father for all the pain he put him through.
The father was as bad as a father can get. Repeatedly the children would see him injecting cocaine into his system, bring girls back from clubs and lock himself with them in his room while the mother was away and he would beat his children.
"Now get out and stop ruining my life!" the Dad's door opened and Vievie flung out with a broken nose. The mother, filled with tears just like every other day, grabbed Vievie and consoled her while she fixed her nose as best as she could.
Dinner was not a pleasant experience. The father would force the family to eat at the table with him. Everyone hated the father except the mother who somehow found a way to love him.
After dinner, Dale went into his room, hoping that Dad would not beat him again for his bad grades. His hopes were crushed soon later. For a while Dale listened to his iPod then went to bed.
Dale woke up. He looked at his watch. It was 3:00 AM. Dale could hear some moaning. Could it be? Surely not! Not while Mum is in the house. So Dale thought... he was proved wrong when he took a peak in the living room. Sure enough, there was Dad having sexual intercourse with another slut. Imagine the anger flowing through Dale's veins!
Dale went back into his room, trying to control himself. He injected himself but that did not calm him. A fire lit up in his eyes. He was not going to put up with anymore. It's time for revenge to cure him. This was it. This was the day!
Dale grabbed the wood-axe from the shed. He quietly entered the living room. He was now close to his father who was too busy to notice Dale. Dale was shaking while shedding tears. "You can do this," he told himself. Eventually, he swung the axe into the back of his father. The girl screamed. In an instant, many thoughts just went through Dale's mind: "I have just committed a crime. I will get arrested. I must remove all witnesses so they cannot tell the police which way I escaped." He killed the girl.
The rest of Dale's family, who were still alive, came running in to see what the commotion was all about. The mother saw the father and cried, "What have you done?!"
"I had to do it!"
"No you didn't!"
"I had to!"
Vievie, at this point, was in shock.
"Give me the axe now!"
"No, Mum!"
"Give me the axe!"
Dale, without thinking straight due to the cocaine, killed his mother. Vievie screamed, however, no sympathy came from Dale, seeing as he was drugged and had lived his life being exposed to children being beaten on an every day basis. He killed Vievie. The older sister ran away. Dale could not kill her. Dale dropped the axe and ran away as far as he could, taking a few personal belongings, including cocaine.
When he was an adult, Dale Jarridton became a drug dealer, rapist, and homicidal murderer. Eventually he committed suicide. His older sister became an addict to heroin and a prostitute who was kidnapped by one of her customers and never to be seen again.
