The Day The Sun Fell Down By Kain Vinosec He looked like a vampire without the teeth or the slick hair... Okay maybe he just looked like you. Either way he was Z's dad and he hated his son like you would not fucking believe. Let me tell you, for his sixteenth birthday his dad bought him a prostitute and said, and I quote; “I know you can't get a girl on your own so I took care of it. Here's five-hundred dollars. Let me know when you're done because she is going to need a ride back and I've got dibs”. Clearly Z and Mr. Andrews never got along. Oh, Mr. Andrews is his dad by the way. They'd always be fighting and Mr. Andrews would hit Z, or Z would refuse to fight back and would end up comin' off as a pansy. It was crazy how their lives were led. Mr. Andrews wasn't any type of good guy either. This one day I swear I walked in on him doin' Z's mom in the laundry room. The worst part is that it was after their fuckin' divorce man. I never told Z but I'm sure he would've been pissed. Mr. Andrews always had a way with women. I never understood it either. Watching him talk to a girl was inspiring. It was like some kind of performance or a beautiful piece of art that just wouldn't shut up every time he talked to 'em. He even had it down so well that he could just go for a drive and end up nailing some sixteen year old slut. His car was another thing though man. He had the car customized in a way that as he was driving down the street he could pick up girls without even having to talk to them first. Truly an artist of some sort. Z was a damn bit worse off though. He'd only had one girlfriend in his entire life and Mr. Andrews ruined that by getting' it on with the girl's mom. She wouldn't talk to Z after that. Her mom came quite a lot though. Came around... She came around the house. Y'know, for Mr. Andrews. Anyway... Aside from his bad luck with the ladies Z was mostly pretty cool. I mean, if you ever met him you can tell he was a pretty cool guy, but to his vampire-esque father he was just an unwanted son. There was this one time though that Z totally fucked up his dad's plan. Mr. A had been working on this girl for like a full year. They'd done it already but Mr. A wanted to get engaged before he broke it off because he was the type of guy that liked to take things a bit too far. Practical jokes and shit were dangerous in this guy's hands. He once ripped off a guy's fingernail so that he could hide it in the guy's birthday cake. The guy choked on it and died. Mr. A didn't even blink. He's a freakin' crazy man. Anyway... They was doin' it for a year or whatever and Z had a bit of a crush on the girl. So he devised this plan to let her know about how he felt and set it into motion. Essentially the idea was to get her alone in his room and start off talkin' about Mr. A. Then after a bit he'd switch the conversation to himself and do his little flirtacious thing and before you know it he'd be spilling the beans on her to see what she'd say. It didn't go down like that. After he got her alone, she jumped him and it was like 'BAM' son. Apparently she had been wanting to do him for a long ass time but was always unsure as to if he'd go for it or not. Anyway she ended up pregnant. It was hilarious how Mr. A. acted once he found out. Naturally Z kept bangin' the girl until she told Mr. A about the kid. Interesting side note: she kept lettin' Mr. A in her pants for this duration too. Z tried to get 'em to break up and shit but Mr. A wasn't havin' it. After he found out about the kid Mr. A broke up with her and forced her to have an abortion. He didn't even know it was Z's kid when he did it. Next thing you know the girl is out on her ass with no family, no job, and no money and Mr. A was already picking up prostitutes as he dropped her in the gutter. Z tried to help her as best he could but after the abortion she was just gone. Z moved on and tried to get his dad to realize that the way he was treating people was ass and that he should give it up. Mr. A just wouldn't listen though. He wasn't the type that would ever change and clearly even if he was he didn't respect Z enough to take any advice he handed out seriously. I walked in to visit Z one day and they was arguing like I had never heard before. Spittin' more unique insults than the shit you'd hear on Springer man. Crazy. “Listen to me you piss ugly little cock whore, I don't want you talkin' to my pussy for the night. You understand me son?” “I'm just trying to help. For fuck's sake dad you're fucking all these girl's one after another, probably giving them your STD and then kicking their ass out the door. How would you feel if you had a one-night-stand with a creepy old guy and the next day you had the clap?” “Hey, I'm helping these girls too. They need a good pick me up and God damn me if I'd ever refuse to fuck a girl for her own good." “That is a fucked up justification for being a sick old pervert that is essentially raping girls.” “Hey, I haven't forced my dick on any woman since your mother.” “You dumb son of a bitch! How dare you fucking speak like that about her? She was more than you ever deserved you motherless mother fucker.” “Fucked your mother.” “That's just stupid and childish. I swear to fucking Christ if you ever mention her name again I'm gonna cut your shit off and feed it to you in a salad.” “You don't have the cojones to attack me you cum stain. Besides I wouldn't need a cock to throw your ass out of my fucking house.” “You're the one that fought to have me come live with you after mom died. And I don't give a fuck how much I owe you at this point because I don't believe that a carriage ran her ass over in the middle of a crowded city while she was DRIVING HER CAR!” “So I guess you finally figured it out hm? Yeah, she was just another whore that I was using for my own amusement and YES, I killed the stupid slut. So what are you gonna do about it douche' hole? You don't have the balls to do anything to me, I don't care how much you loved your mom. I'm your father now and I'm gonna run your fucking life from now on. Get it?” “Fuck you. I'm leaving. I'll make it on my own if I fucking have to. I'm not about to live with a retarded fucking murderer, even if you do 'own me'.” “Oh you're not going anywhere you dumb little ass.” It was about at this point that Mr. A grabbed a small bronze statue of a man jacking off onto a pig, and clubbed Z over the head with it. He pulled an old school single-shot pistol out of the pocket of his velvet blazer and aimed it at Z. I ran in from around the corner to protect my friend but I got shot in the face. That's how I died. Z's Story I awoke several hours later in a daze. I was locked up in some type of prison under the mansion. It was incredibly dark and I could hear someone else breathing in the corner. I tried to see who it was but unfortunately the lack of lighting and the chain that kept me from moving more than an inch away from the wall were restricting my point of view. “Who's there?” I called out expecting to be attacked by the darkness but instead I was met with a small feminine voice that sounded scared and hurt. “My name's Andrea. What's yours?” “My friends call me 'Z'.” “Z huh? That's cute. I like it.” “How old are you Andrea?” “I'm twelve.” “You're awfully young to be locked up like this aren't you?” “I don't mind. He gets to have fun with me whenever he wants and in return I get to keep living. It seems like a fair trade.” “Wouldn't you rather be free? Even living on the streets would be better than being that asshole's fuck doll.” “No, I like it here. He's taken care of me for a long time. Two whole months by my count.” “Two months...” I thought to myself about how young twelve years old was and how her perception of time was just at the right age to be completely distorted from reality. “How did you get here?” “Oh. I... We had a fight.” “You're the one that lives up top aren't you?” “I did. I guess not so much anymore.” “He talks about you a lot when we're... You know.” “He talks about me while you're having sex?” “He pretends I'm you sometimes.” “Oh my god.” I sat there in shock. How the hell did that work? I thought he hated everything I am and now I find out he wants to do me? What the fuck?" “He likes you I think.” “Yeah, I think so too... Look, Andrea, are you tied up or anything?” “No, but we can't get out anyway. This entire basement was imported from the prison in Karnak castle back almost fifty years ago. He's used it for hundreds of captives and none of them have escaped.” “How do you know that?” “That's what he told me.” “Well that I don't believe. We could at least try...” “Okay. We'll try but I don't know why you'd want to leave.” “Can you get me out of this damn chain?” “I'll try.” She struggled with the lock for awhile. She had found a piece of wire and with my vague instructions had somehow managed to pick the lock. After I was free I looked at her in what little bit of light there was. She was a beautiful young asian girl that had bruises and open wounds all over her body. She was completely naked and looked almost euphoric. I took off the shirt I was wearing and gave it to her. After she dressed I gave her a long hug and whispered in her ear: “We will get out of here. Please trust me.” She replied with a small “Okay”. I managed to pick the lock on the door to the cell, though it took me longer than it took her to pick my lock. She thought it was funny. We made our way up out of the basement and onto the first floor. Upstairs we could hear dad going at it with some girl screaming her head off. I couldn't tell if it was ecstasy or horror, but it was disturbing. We made our way outside of the house and hopped into my car. I just drove as fast as I could in whatever direction would take me as far away from that house as possible. I wish I had slowed down now. We were pulled over by a police officer. He asked for the normal stuff. Then he asked where my shirt was and why the underage girl sitting in my passenger seat without a seatbelt didn't have any pants on and was clearly mistreated. I told him the whole story, he radioed it in and then he took me to jail. He wouldn't listen. The court wouldn't listen. They couldn't get a hold of dad for his testimony and before I even knew what had happened I was a condemned sex offender and was facing a minimum of fifteen years in a close security prison. Andrea was taken to child services and thrown into a foster home. She still gets raped and beaten. We share letters sometimes under aliases. I hate what I did to her. One day, about three years into my sentence he came to visit. He told me that he'd killed my friend that day. He also forced me to listen to every single detail about how he killed my mom. Then he told me about all the horrible things he did to Andrea and he told me he still visits her often. When she's at a playground or at school... They have 'moments' together. I just sat there and listened to every word of it. After he'd finished telling me all of this as a way to force me into insanity with too much time to think about it, I simply smiled and looked deep into his eyes. “I know you used to fuck Andrea and think about me.” “She told you eh?” “She told me a lot in the short time we were running from you.” “Don't think too much of it. I'm a bisexual and you're attractive.” “Oh, I don't mind it so much anymore.” “Prithee, why is that?” “Because this conversation was recorded. Happy birthday dad.” He went to jail. I was set free for everything they had accused me of. After everything was righted and I took over all of his assets I began a legal war with Andrea's foster parents. It's been nearly ten years since we tried to escape. Andrea and I are married now and she is pregnant with our first child. We'd been through so much together that we felt like we would only ever truly be understood by each other. They executed dad last week. We got to watch. It was the most satisfying moment I have ever experienced in my entire life. Andrea felt the same way. We burned the old house down and demolished the prison it hid. We live in Jamaica now and could not be happier.