Lisa Jordan

Things Hidden Are Uncovered

After Patty told Paul what happened to her sisters all by the hands of their own mother.

Paul took Patty into his arms and kissed the top of her head.

Come on, let's get our things and get out of here. Once we leave here, we never ever come back. Good I never want to come back to this nightmare, besides she needs to die alone.

As the two of them head out of the kitchen and head toward the room to collect their things to leave, the sound of a bang goes off and as Patty turns to the sound, she feels Paul's hand let go of hers. When she looks, she sees the man she loved. His lifeless body slammed into the ground with a loud thud as his head slammed into the hard wood floor. She falls to her knees. There was so much blood, and she knew he was dead for sure.

Stand the hell up now?

Patty wouldn't stand, she wouldn't look up at her mother, all she did was hold the bloody remains of her love in her arms as she cried and rocked back and forth in a pool of his blood.

Patty, I said, get up now, put him down and stand up, take it like a woman you coward.

Patty knew it was coming, and she didn't even care she wanted to die with her love, but she was forgetting about one thing: her own child. Patty wanted to die a long time ago? Way before now.

Only she could never do it herself.

She knew she did not have it in her to take her own life. She needed someone to do it for her.

She knew that if she angered her mother enough she would end this life she hated so much for her and in the end she got what she wanted.

Her mother raised the shotgun to her head. Patty turned her head and then reality hit her. What about her child? Just when she was about to rise up, she saw her child standing there, tears streaming down the little face.

Patty mouthed the words"Momma will always love you. I am sorry, she closed her eyes. Tears began streaming down her face, just then Thelma pulled the trigger, blowing her own daughter's head right off her shoulders.

Her headless body slams back on the floor, spraying blood all over the walls. Thelma put the shotgun against the kitchen table, sat in her chair and lit a cigarette.

For the next few years, Lisa was nothing more to her grandma than her slave. Hating that old bitter woman every day since that tragic day? Blaming herself for what happened to them.

Playing that day over and over in her head, creating alternat? What if reality.

Just so she could get through the day without killing herself.

Thelma treated the poor child worse than a farm animal, weighing around 60 pounds at thirteen, malnourished, under weight and badly underfed. Being forced to deal with lice for more than a whole year and, some, when she first caught it she gave it to grandma. She was beaten so badly she almost died, hated herself for being strong and surviving it.

Her birthday would be tomorrow and that was when she would put her plan for grandma into effect.

Ring Ring? Yes? Hello Betsy, what are you doing? When? Well, wait a second. Let me grab my purse. I'm coming with I feel lucky today. You bet I am on my way. I will be there in thirty-five minutes, bye.

Thelma turned and looked at Elisa with a discussed look on her face. Now you listen here you bastard child, I'm going out. Do not dare leave this house, because wherever you go I will find you and I will kill you dead just like I killed your parents. You hear me?

And when I return to this house, better be so clean I can see my face on the floor and eat off the walls. Am I making myself clear?

Yes, grandma, I will do as you say. Good don't be stupid because I will find you and I will kill you. She turned and headed out the door. Thelma was not attractive. In the least. She was an overweight woman. She has been her whole life. She had red hair and freckles all over her face.

A double chin, a triple neck and a huge mole on her upper lip and the corner of her mouth make her mouth ugly to see. She stands only about 5'3, making her look even bigger because of her height. She has gigantic ankles and fat flabby arms that giggle no matter what she is doing or not doing. When she returned, I knew it because she was looking down on me as I slept in the cardboard box she made me on the back porch. She must be out of her mind if she thinks that after all this time that I have forgotten what she did to my parents.

My dad and her own flesh and blood, her own child murdered by her at her hands.

Lisa planned out her grandmas' murder for years, but now she picked today, the day of her birth, to take her grandmas' life.

Today is Lisa's thirteenth birthday. This would be the day Thelma would pay her fee for taking her parents' lives.

She walked back inside and sat in her chair at the kitchen table waiting for her to fully wake up, so she could put her to work.

She lit a cigarette, looking at Lisa's head.

1Lisa had found some kind of paralyzing medicine.

Her grandma ordered her to make her a cup of coffee and when she did, she slipped the medicine into her coffee.

I went and sat outside. When grandma never called, Lisa walked into the kitchen where she was slumped over and only being able to move her eyes, Lisa walked over and slapped her in the face over and over and over and over again until her hands began to hurt.

She went into her room and found a thin leather belt and walked back into the kitchen, and she began beating her all over with the belt. She beat her with the belt for more than an hour.

Tears streaming down her face the more she cried, the more she was hit, the harder she hit her.

Finally, she stopped, and she thought it was over. She began to be able to move again. She heard her approaching, so she pretended to still be medicated, staying some distance out of reach. Finally, her hatred would not allow. Finally, she played it that long. She moved her head to look at the child and said,

When I am able to move I'm going to kill you like I should have when I killed your mom. She turned and hit the corner and came back holding the shotgun.

Thelma's eyes grew big and for the first time she was tasting fear?

No worries' grandma, I am not going to shoot you. What kind of grandchild do you take me for?

He walks up on her and begins beating her with a shotgun.

That would be very good for you. I'm going to enjoy killing you.

She walks behind her grandma and from the back wraps her small hands around her neck, and she squeezes as hard as she can.

Grandma then tried to reach back in and take hold of her grandchild, with no luck. She hated her grandmother and with all the rage and hate she held inside for her grandma? She never stood a chance. She felt her take her last breath. She grabbed the photo of her mom and dad, put it inside a backpack and left that shack behind forever. Days later, two towns away, a man sees a child walking and takes her to the police station. Having no family, they put the child in an orphanage until the child reached legal age, and they threw the child into the world to fend alone.