Fucked up Adoption Pt. 1

The play day came and we were at the playground for 2 hours, before the bastard showed. He's a bastard because he was late, and because of what I'd learn about him. We were eating when he showed up with ashley and I said, "Look who's here, I was begining to think you 2 weren't comming. There's PBJ to eat, violet just ate the last tuna. ashley made a yuck face to me saying tuna and I laughed, "No tuna for you then." ashley's father said she had eaten already, another rude gesture...The girls went back to play, and I tried to converse normally with this man. He seemed more concerned with everything his daughter was doing, and not even responding to me saying, "Does ashley feel good to you?"

I asked it to try to get his attention, and to be able to twist my words into, "Is ashley feeling well today, she looks a bit ill." ashley was looking unwell at the playground, every time she would catch her father looking at her while playing she'd kinda have that 'am i in trouble?' look. I was begining to think he would never take his eyes off of her, until he got up to go to his car; without saying anything. It wasn't like he couldn't see her from his car, but he seemed to be looking for or doing something. I knew he was in his car because the door was open and I saw his legs hanging out underneath. While he was in his car, ashley screamed and I ran over to help her.

She had climbed over the side of a guard rail of a 2 foot high suspended foot bridge to jump down and got her pants snagged on a bolt screw. She was crying when I pulled her off, so I checked her back to see if it cut into her. What I found were welts, old and new. They were obviously from a belt, I could see the notches. As soon as I asked about the welts her father was running over yelling at me to keep my hands off of her. He snatched her up to leave as I asked him, "Does ashley's mother know about the bruises on her back." ashley responded with a, "mommy?" Her father quickly gave a "shut up," directed to ashley and then me.

I knew something was wrong. I should of noticed the bruises on her back the night before, but it was dark and I was half asleep. The thought that my behavior could be associated with someone so sickening made me question my own morallity. Except there wasn't enough time for philisophical questions. I knew I had to act quickly or something bad would not could happen to ashley again, or worse. I would of just said I was going to call the police, but I knew I couldn't. I knew he might know something about me, and I wasn't gonna let some asshole take me away from my kids. So I followed him to his car, I didn't have any plan and was acting on instinct. We get to his car and I spout off a 'WTF' as he throws ashley into the passenger seat from the drivers side.

He reaches into the glove box and pulls out a limp dick 9mm revolver. "Get the fuck away from me," he tells me. I raise my hands up and start to back away, but instinct or more aptly stupidity was still rushing through me. Suddenly I was ramming my shoulder into the car door smashing his other hand on the door frame, and pushing his arm with the gun away from me. The gun popped and he let out a blood wrenching scream: I didn't just break his fingers, they were broken off from the door latching shut. It was disgusting to see strings bloody torn fleash and skin with jagged bones sticking out. The sight of something so horrific almost distracted me from grabbing the gun off the ground.

I jammed the gun into his back and told him to open the trunk and give me his car keys. He hesitated before finally opening it. There was a worn carboard shoe box without its lid. It was full of pictures children; some were of ashley and some weren't, and there were even a few pics of violet from a recent feild trip. I filled with a rage i never felt before. The idea of what I imagined him planing to do to my daughter and done to ashely pissed me off. "you bastard," I growled as I repeatedly bashed his face against the hood latch breaking his face and teeth while I bore my full weight into him. I didn't know if he was dead or just passed out when I started hitting the hood over and over on the back of his neck, but I didn't stop until I saw the saw the neck bones smashed open.

I pushed the now sack of meat into the trunk, closed it, and fell to the ground gagging. I wanted to throw up so bad, I wanted to get the feeling of what I knew and just done out of me. I almost started crying, but I pulled myself together and stopped sobbing. I had to cover this up, I had to figure out what to do with ashley. I opened ashely's door and tried to pull her out saying, "it's ok now," but she kicked and screamed at me. It was understandable she was afraid, she just saw a monster that even scared me. I stepped back and calmly said, "Ashley I'm sorry you had to see that, he was a very bad man. And I didn't want him to hurt you anymore, he wont hurt you anymore." She looked at me with unsure eyes, "please ashley..," I pleaded to her.

After a few more pleads she came with me, and I grabbed my 2 daughters and left. I started driving really fast, then slowed below the speed limit out of fear of being pulled over. Ashley was the only one besides me that knew what had happened, and peach and violet were pretending my maniac driving was a rollercoaster ride. I finally pulled over on the side of the road in some neighberhood I'd never been to before, there was new cookie cutter manufactured homes everywhere. The girls asked me what I was doing and i told them, "I just need a second to think... who wants to go swimming?" violet and peach freaked out since they knew it meant we were going to stay at a hotel.

We drove for an hour and a half before coming to a place I felt we wouldn't run into anyone we knew, or more importantly knew ashley. It was a flea trap with a crappy 10 foot by 20 foot kiddie pool that was only 3 and a half feet at its deepest. The girls didn't seem to care, and even ashley seemed to be playing in the water without a care. I stayed out of the water and just watched them, I could only think about that body in the trunk back there. I had to get back to it, before someone else found it. After about an hour, I took my pruny girls & ashley back to the room. I knew I couldn't leave them awake & alone at the hotel, it was only 4pm when we went back to the room.

I got liqui-gel sleeping pills and bottles of soda from the vending machines while they played on the beds. I squeezed the gels into each soda before taking them to the girls. They fell asleep about as quickly as they drank them, and I left just as quick. I drove a bit quicker and made it back in minus 15. It was getting dark, and the car was still there. I got in and saw a something under the wiper blade, a parking ticket, "fuck!" I grabbed it and pulled out, and there was a small pool of blood from where the car was parked. "Fucking fuck fuck, double fuck!" I took his car back to my house and hid it in my garage, before jogging back to my car. I must of looked like a gang member running at night in the dark on back streets, or just an idiot.

I was wheezing for air and my head hurt like hell by the time i got back to my car. I saw the blood I forgot about and sighed to god. I was hitting my head on the steering wheel trying to think what to do. Smear food on it for the animals? Pour oil or gasoline on it to hide it? kitty litter? "Why couldn't it be asphalt and not concrete?" I asked myself. It was getting late and I knew I couldn't go to a store, I could be caught on camera. I used violets emergency 'accident' clothes and peroxide from a fist aid kit in the trunk to clean up the blood. It was pretty well soaked in by the time i was cleaning it, and the peroxide left a noticable chemical burn in the concrete after the blood stains were gone. I parked over the spot, got out, and opened the nut on the oil pan to pour over the spot.

It was a lot larger than the spot by the time I got the nut back on. I had to use oil from the pan, since bottled oil would be too clear. Plus bottled oil may bring on suspicion to the stain I don't need. After wiping my hands in the grass, I stuffed violet's blood soaked shirt into the peroxide bottle. It was tedious and frustrating, and the excess peroxide that couldn't soak into the shirt poured out as i pushed the shirt in with a stick. It was getting all over the trunk carpet, but i didn't care. It was better than staining a new spot on the cement or burning the grass. I even broke up the stick into the bottle before capping it off.

I shut the bottle in my trunk and left after a quick look around. Did anyone notice me moving around?; the trunk was open with the light on the whole time i was cleaning up. I hoped not, but wasn't going to wait to see if police came. I went back home to switch the license plates back around, duct tape that bastards body in garbage bags, and wash my hands in bleach. It was 1 am by the time i got back to the hotel, and I was dead tired; but I couldn't sleep at all. I tried to watch TV to clear my head, and even checked the girls breathing to be sure they were still alive. One sleeping pill each was a lot for them but I didn't have time to use less and mix the sodas together.

I don't remember what was on the TV because I was only thinking, "Am I doing the right thing? [sex with the girls]" I also thought long about what to do with ashley. I knew the school would notice if she was suddenly gone and if I was dropping her off. Every solution I thought of had at least 5 problems I could think of. Mostly I was trying to forget about the murder I just committed. The girls woke up around four thirty am and we left after I gave them all a bath together. I was only concerned with getting them cleaned up, and wasn't thinking pervertedly at all.

We got in the car and went to a trucker diner buffet to eat breakfast. peach ate too many pancakes and got sick on the way home. It added another 20 minutes on the trip from stopping at a gas station to clean her up. We got back to my house just in time to get them ready for school. I only needed to change peach's shirt, I wasn't going to let her goto class in a baggy shirt that said, "Eyes up here" across the chest with an arrow pointing up. To my relief I found out from ashley, she rode the bus to school and rushed her over to her stop to be picked up.

I parked in the bastards driveway out of the sight of her bus stop and told her, "Ashley, after school take the bus like normal and I'll pick you up here." She gave a quick 'ok' and ran off. I was glad this man lived out in the country; correction, had lived. After I watched her bus leave I followed it to the school to make sure ashley got off the bus, and dropped my 2 kids off. I was careful not to tail too close, and was happy to see ashley getting off. She was suprised to see me as she was getting off, probably wondering why I didn't just give her a ride. She waved, and I waved back.

I went home and took the day off from work, giving a 'too sick to come in' excuse. I think. Then I went to the library to do some research. I couldn't do it at home on the net, since I might become suspect to something... I didn't use the net at the library either. "No trail," I thought to myself. I read about alot of stuff, mostly about if birds eat meat. Crows and vultures looked promising, but I realized i couldn't leave a body in my backyard exposed while i waited for birds to eat it up. Almost ready to give up and dump or bury the body, I started reading about gardening.

The most interesting part was about composting and worm gardens, especially worm gardens. Once I knew what I wanted to do, I bought 300$ in potting soil, 100$ worth of fishing worms, and a few storage containers and went home. The smell when i opened the bag made me vomit all over the floor, twice. I tied an old oil rag over my mouth, the smell of gasoline was much better, compared to rotting death. At first I tried dumping the body into one container but it wasnt big enough, and there'd be no room for the dirt and worms. Cutting up a body was much easier then I expected. I just divided it into 3 bins, 1 and a half legs in one bin, 2 arms and half a leg in another, and a torso and head in the last.

I was really careful about blood born pathagens; using safetyglasses, dish gloves, and a clear spatter guard [clear plastic you put over windows for winter]. After I was finished i took the blade out of the hack saw and bent the saw handle in half under my foot. I placed every thing in a plastic bag; the blade & bent handle, gloves, glasses, plastic tarp, bloody garbage bags, and even the peroxide bottle from the trunk. I cleaned myself up using more bleach, I didn't spill any blood on the garage floor. The mess was buried completely inside the containers. I ate a late lunch before a short nap at a drive thru burger place after buying a small pack of baby diapers from a gas station.

I ordered my usual meal, plus 3 extra burgers with the grossest combinations of toppings i could think of, plus fries and a shake. After finishing my meal I tried one of the extra burgers and spit the first bite out. Horseraddish and barbeque sauce should never be eaten together with maple syrup and mustard. I took the burgers out of the bag and placed the evidence on the bottom. Then I squished the nasty burgers in my hand and threw them on top. And to really keep people from looking in the bag i took a shit in one of the diapers i bought inside my car, and placed it in the bag with shake dumped on top. I should of been bothered by the smell of my own shit, but I think the corpse from earlier desensitized me a bit.

The rest of my day was going home to shower, and then check the garage; and then double check it again, and check it a few more times, maybe 15 in all. I was about to go pay the parking ticket but had to pick up the kids, no snags there. It was get home and play, then dinner and bed. Nothing sexual happened with the girls that night either, but I did get horny as hell after they had gone to sleep. I watched some porn vids on the net and wacked it a few times before finally sleeping myself. I didn't know what was going to do next and I didn't care. All that mattered is that I got ashley away from that bastard.