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22 Years Old

All my life I’ve had a rough time and it all comes back to my dad Victor Sevellio the first. Dad is a strange man and he’s never actually been a good man at that, even when I was young he was never a model parent. He scarred me for live at the age of six after he had a one night stand with a vampire who just so happened to be my late mother’s sister. For years I had to put up with him and the large manor he resided him, the smell of old velvet and dark fruits haunts me to this day but he nowhere near as much as that cold hearted. emotionless, horrible bastard who cared for nothing more than having sex with any sort of goth or punky girl he could find then killing them. He’s not a model parent by any means and it’s because of this that I got out of that house as soon as I became an adult and I moved into a studio apartment, dad didn’t care at all and I haven’t seem him since it’s been 4 years and I doubt he’s ever coming back into my life but I don’t care I met a girl and we got ourselves a home and we’ve even had a little boy who we named Darren.

40 years old

I saw my dad for the first time in 22 years on my 40th birthday and let me tell you I was mortified, he literally hasn’t aged a single day, he didn’t exactly look too old when I was a boy but he was a young parent at only 18 he told me. Now however he didn’t look a day over 30 and it was unbelievable he should be around what 68 now? Something was wrong, something was very wrong here. My 18 year old son and my wife both had no idea who my dad was up until this point and they didn’t seem to pleased with him. Both of them were amazed at how young he looked but furious at his treatment of our family. My dad being the pretentious arsehole that he is scoffed at my family and literally gave me a lottery ticket as a present. I couldn’t believe it, I mean I knew he was a prick and all but this was on another level he hadn’t seen me in years, he scoffed at my family as if they were stray cats and left me with a lottery ticket for my 40th. I thought I might get lucky with this ticket however so I kept it anyway since I knew this was pretty much the best to expect when it came to dad.

The lotto numbers were announced on the TV the next night and I was shocked to find that I actually won. With my new cash I decided to buy a larger house for me. my wife and my boy who just started college at this point and this was handy for him since the college was about a 15 minute walk away now. The money wasn’t what made me happy though what made me happy was that dad although probably not intentional had a positive influence on my life in some way. The positivity didn’t last however, I went away on a business trip the following week and when I returned I found my wife and son missing. I put up flyers, I called them, I talked to the authorities and everything but it was no use, weeks turned to months and months turned to years and they couldn’t find them.

60 Years Old

I decided after years of no luck I’d do some digging myself, it took a while but I managed to find some sort of lead nonetheless. I read a report about two locals who were kidnapped and murdered an 18 year old boy and 42 year old woman. I was mortified at reading this but I saved the tears, I wanted to find the cunt who did this and teach him to never mess with me again. I informed the police about the kidnapping and they said they’d look into it although they might not find luck since this was nearly a 20 year old paper.

I used this opportunity to finally mourn for my family and after getting some of the grieving out of my system I went for a nice walk to try and ease my mood, it was pretty late so nobody was really around aside from a few junkies and dog walkers. I went to the nearby shops and bought some snacks to ease the night a little however when I got back home I heard sirens and saw police cars surrounding my driveway. I ran towards my house confused before I noticed the massive crack in my living room window, an officer then showed me what he been flung into my window, a smoke bomb, presumably it was a futile attempt to kill me, I then noticed something however a certain smell, the haunting smell of old velvet mixed in with dark fruit. This was the smell of my father’s manor, this smoke bomb came from his home. An officer requested I book myself into a hotel for the next few days and I agreed however this wasn’t my intention at all, I had one thing in mind and it was revenge.

I got into my car and drove straight to my father’s old home and there it was. The gigantic, gothic manor surrounded by fields and fields of flowers presented a false sense of security in the identity of who resided in the home. Every step I took felt like climbing Everest, I didn’t want to be here but I knew I had to if I wished to avenge my family. Shakily I turned the doorknob and entered, I sneaked my way into the kitchen and grabbed one of the large knifes resting in the rack and I entered the living room only to find my father sitting in his large chair with his back to me watching television. Ceasing my opportunity I grabbed the top of the chair and moved my arm around stabbing my father in his chest. The words he said next haunt me to this very day. “Really boy? You should not have done that.” He said these words before pulling the knife out of his chest and moving towards me, I couldn’t believe my eyes my father hadn’t aged at all after 20 years he looked the exact same age. My dad was immortal and I hadn’t known it for 60 years. My mind was racing with various thoughts of confusion, horror and rage causing me to be paralysed in fear. My father then grabbed me by the throat and pinned me to the wall. “Now then let’s see should I simply kill you like your lovely wife and son or should I leave you alive and force you to suffer endless pain and torment?” he asked. I was too afraid to respond but he already decided himself he let go of my neck and instead grabbed me with his two arms and raised me above his knee before lunging said knee upwards snapping my spine. I let out a loud, droning, endless scream. It was here that I noticed hanging from the wall was my decaying wife’s corpse. I was too shaken to speak but he followed my eyes prompting him to taunt me about her. “Ah Elaine, you know son she’s such a lovely part of my collection, in fact I aim to get more now. I’m getting into more crazy types of making love now, I mean come on I’ve done everything else so why not start fucking corpses?” he said followed by maniacal laughter. I was losing consciousness at this point but words can’t begin to describe my feelings towards these events.

99 Years Old This will be my final update, I’m in the hospital near death stricken with polio syndrome as well as several complications with the respiratory system. I’m only making this final update as a goodbye to you fine folks reading my stories and to give my dad a message.

You don’t deserve the gift you have, you deserve only to rot in hell for everything you’ve done to this world. I hate you more than any other being in the universe. If you have not sort of desire to redeem yourself then please do the world a favour and never resurface, drop yourself to the bottom of the ocean for all I care.

Fuck you dad. 