Deadly Games ~Chapter Eighteen~ “I had a baby girl, you
“I had a baby girl, you know.” Ms.
Mary said, her eyes smiling with pride.
“You did?” I asked. I had assumed she had just had a
birth-complication. “Oh yes,” Ms. Mary replied, her
voice far off. “She was so beautiful. Clear, light blue
eyes with thick black lashes, wavy blond locks, and small pouty
lips. I named her Serena, after Kenny’s great grandmother.
He was so proud of me for naming our daughter after
I looked to the side of Ms. Mary, at an old, yellowed photograph
of a beautiful young girl that had been around forever. I had
just assumed that it was a sample photograph of no importance. I
never would have guessed that it was her daughter.
“Actually, she looked just like you,” Ms. Mary smiled
slightly, her eyes beginning to sadden again.
“Looked? What happened to her?” I asked quietly, the
curiosity taking control of my better judgment.
Ms. Mary smiled sadly, her eyes clouding over once again.
“I had a feeling you were going to ask that. Well, one
night, Kenny came home around dinner time, Serena was two now,
and he had been out drinking all day. Except this time, he
didn’t go out with his friends. He drank alone, which is
always a very bad thing to do. He came home at about six, I was
almost finished and Serena was playing with her dolls spread out
on the kitchen floor. Without warning, Kenny tore into the
kitchen, his eyes bloodshot and his posture slumped. He began to
stumble towards us. He stepped on one of her dolls. That’s
all it took. All it took to set him off.”
Her voice was shaky; I began to put the pieces together.
“I couldn’t grab her fast enough. I couldn’t
bring her away from him.” Her eyes began to tear up.
“He lifted her by the blond hair on her little head. I can
still remember the ripping noise as the hair was ripped from her
My hand involuntarily went to my own blond hair.
“She fell to the floor, an entire handful of blond waves
trapped in Kenny’s strong hand. This seem to anger him. The
fact that she got away from him.”
My breath began to shorten.
“I lunged for her. I swear I did. I tried to save her. I
didn’t care what would come of me, she was all I cared
about. He was too quick.”
I knew how the story was going to end.
“His big, steel-toed boot raised just above her precious
blue eyes. I think she knew too. There was a sense of acceptance
in her being. She understood Daddy was mad and she understood she
was going to suffer for it, as she had time and time before. And
what was most disturbing is she was okay with it all. But I think
she also knew this time was different. This time she wasn’t
going to wake up in my bruised arms, cuddling the pain away from
her small body. This time she was going away for good. This time
she would be safe and away from Daddy.”
I felt tears sliding down my face.
Ms. Mary was distant now. I don’t believe she remembered I
was there. “I will never forget that sound. His strength
was astonishing. He was so angry, he could crush anything he
wanted, and easily killed his small daughter.”
“To be quite honest, I’m not sure what happened to me
after that. I know he hurt me worse than ever but my body and
mind was numb. In the morning, I had to clean up. I had to bury
my little girl in the backyard so no one would find out. That was
the hardest thing I ever had to do, Della.”
I was silently sobbing at this point, as Ms. Mary’s sad
eyes turned to me. She let me cry for a moment, her face showing
“You know, deary, I think that’s why I feel so
attached to you. I think you’re what she would have been
like with a different home life.” She smiled out at the
rain. “I think she brought you to me that fine summer
I should have listened to the voice inside my head, I said to
myself as I finished the flashback of Ms. Mary.
But I was quickly brought back to reality with a deafening pop
ringing out towards mine and David’s bodies standing,
unprotected, on the dark sidewalk.
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