Serial Killer

He went to the kitchen to wash off all the evidence. He let the cool water clean the smell from his hands. As he saw the last traces of what he had done going down the sink; he got a feeling of satisfaction. No one had seen him this time. He could not afford to get caught again. He remembered the last time he got caught. He could almost feel the rough hands trying to grab on to him as he tried in vain to escape. He shuddered. No, he will never go through that again.

He went back into the dining room of the house and scanned the place one last time. The scene of his crime. There were traces on the dining table. This was not acceptable. He got a washcloth and wiped the stains from the wood. Nothing else was out of place. He seemed satisfied. Now, he just had to get ready for the monotonous routine of his mundane life.

He checked himself in the bathroom mirror. Perfect. No one could know of what he had done by seeing him. Specially not Her. She was the only one he ever feared. He never took her name but he knew it by heart. It was scrawled across the first page of his diary. She who seemed so sweet and beautiful and caring, but one small mistake and he would have to face her wrath.

 

That did not mean they didn't have good times. He remembered the hours spent with her, just talking, playing games. To him, she was the epitome of perfection. No one could ever compare to her. He was snapped out of his reverie by the sound of a car honking outside. His ride was here. Now, was the time for judgement. He waited for her to come.

She came downstairs, her long hair swaying gently in the breeze.

“Abhi! Your van is here. Time for school. Did you finish your cereal or did you throw it down the sink again?” She asked, hands on her hips in mock anger.

“No, ma. I ate it all” he said, with a sly smile.

“Ok. Now you go learn something in school and stay out of trouble” she said as she kissed her seven year old son on the forehead.

Abhi ran out towards the waiting van, happy that his mom will never know what her little trouble-maker did with his breakfast.