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  Dad Eats People

  Drina Neri

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  Author’s Note

  Dear Reader,

  Drina here. I’ll keep this short:

  This is the darkest I’ve ever gone in a story. It taps into a long held fear of mine which is finding out the McDonalds hamburger I’m eating is not beef…

  This was a real fear of mine, no joke. I got over it one day when I skipped school with some friends. I was so broke, I had only £1 on me and I felt like I was going to die of starvation. The nearest place to eat was a McDonald and all I could afford was one of those mini-burger things on the Saver’s Menu. I was so hungry I was like ‘Who care’s if this was a person…’

  LESSON OF THE DAY: cannibalism sucks and you should only do it when you and your friends are stuck in the middle of nowhere with no food or method to escape. If you’re reading this book in that situation, then… Bon Appetit.

  As always, I warn people to free up their schedule before moving on because this book is one of those that grips you and doesn’t let you go till the end (and honestly I add loads of bad-ass cliffhangers so you’ll wanna keep reading the next book when you finish.)

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  1

  My Father was never the killing type.

  Don't get me wrong, he didn't mind grabbing a slitting a chicken’s throat and skinning the creature to then leave it hanging in the basement for a couple days to drain all the blood out. It made the chicken taste better when cooked.

  My Father was a farmer, he had been all his life; one of those hard working kind of men, in fact I remember thinking when I was a child that I didn't really have a Father, that them man that came into my house at night, had dinner quietly, then fell asleep on the couch and then woke up the next morning to go to work was just that, some guys who comes to my house sleeps and goes back out.

  We never really talked much, I was never interested in farming anyway, I wanted to become a scientist (I loved learning about the world and I had infinites amounts of curiosity) but he didn't care, as long as some of my brothers were interested he would talk to them about crops and tractors.

  Our few conversations went something like

  'Hi Father'

  ‘Hey son, how are you doing?’

  ‘Fine... how .... how was work?'

  He would nod 'fine..'

  End of the conversation.

  When I was about 14, the problems started. He came back home, saying that the pigs and chicken all died of cold during the winter. It didn’t really bother me much. I mean, I loved bacon, but didn't mind going without it for a bit.

  Although, It took my Father and my two elder brothers a lot of time working on the farm to get enough money to buy new pigs and chickens. It was a really tough time for all of us.

  It was about a year after, one of my brothers died. Father said they went hunting in a nearby forest and were attacked by a bear. We asked if he - Father - had tried to fight the bear off. He didn't have a scratch on him but he told mom that he had used all his power and did all he could to fight off the bear but it was all useless, the bear ran away with my brother clinged to its mouth. It was a sad time, my mother was never the same after that.

  Once I was talking to my other elder brother who used to work on the farm too. He slipped in something really unexpected. He said he had never seen pigs in the farm, and that that had never allowed him or my dead brother to go see the pigs barn, because it was way far from the main farm. He said that he wasn't even sure if there were pugs before the cold winter. Mhm, I thought it was strange, but I scoffed it off as one of my Father's peculiarities.

  One day Father went to work with my other elder brother. He said a mountain lion had attacked them. He brought back my brother's hat, ‘...it's all I could find…’ he cried.

  I cried so much for so long. Still Father said, he didn't even see the mountain lion and that he only heard my brother's car scream in the distance and then when he got there, just a hat was left.

  That broke my mom's heart, she fell ill too, lucky for her one of my sisters was in medicine and she could help a bit but it was all useless, she died few months after. Now it was up to my sisters to make pork soup - it was my Father’s favourite meal, we had it 2 or 3 times a week at dinner...

  I started working on the farm so Father would give me some money - I was saving all of it to be able to pay for a university.

  I never saw the barnyard either but almost everyday, Father would walk far, in the forest, he would be gone for hours and then towards the evening he would come back.

  One rainy day, I saw my Father venture into the wood to the pigs barn. It had been years that I had been working on the farm but I never saw it. Overtaken by curiosity I followed him, tip toeing my way around the forest. There was a barn which looked like a small wooden house. Father opened it with a key, he was in there for about 2 hours.

  I hid behind some trees. When he came out he was holding a bag. I found it weird that I didn't hear one single squeal of a pig. I waited for him to pass me by, he didn't see me. I walked up to the bard, it was locked with a key.

  I was a pretty big guy with strong arms developed working on the farm. I walked back and took running full speed at the door, threw my shoulder at the door, it fell down.

  A nasty stench emanated from the barn, I had to walk out to vomit. I couldn't breathe it in. I looked in, there were no pigs, there was an open fridge, I held my breath and walked in, the place was dark. The only source of light was the fridge. I peeked inside and saw the source of the smell. there were about 10 sacks of meat, stacked one on top of the other with human body parts in them. Above the bags, two decomposing heads. My brothers.

  I couldn't bear to watch, I felt like puking again, I ran out. When I finally pulled my head up, my father stood in front of me, an axe in
his hand.

  2

  I was cooking the meat in the kitchen.

  'So what about Isaiah? Have you talked to him yet?' That was Clarissa, my sister, she was younger than me.

  She was referring to one of the boys who used to stop by the farm once in a while trying to court me into marrying him. ‘To be honest, I kinda like him but you know what they say: if you give the cake too early, he'll soon be full.’

  We both laughed, ‘What kind of old-timey say is that, you sound like grandma - may she rest in peace.'

  ‘Who cares, I know what I want and |I don't want to be used, like that guy’s doing to you..' Clarissa got offended, ‘Who? Valerio? He loves me...' she wasn’t sure about that. They had met 3 months earlier, and were already planning marriage.

  She was eating some oats from a bowl w filled with milk. ‘Have you seen, Leanardo? He hasn't come back for lunch…’

  'He's probably fallen asleep on the tractor.’ Said Clarissa'.

  I cared for Leanardo but sometimes I wondered if he cared for himself, he was one of those guys who's smart but doesn't do much with his potential.

  Then the door burst open. It was Father, the hairy bigfoot looking man came in, he looked angry. We both went 'Good afternoon Father’. He didn't respond, he went straight to the kitchen and dropped his bag of meat, he said, we're eating soup tonight. was about to leave when clarisse asked him 'WHere's Leonardo?' He shrugged, like ‘I haven’t seen him.’ I noticed there was a visible cut on his face but I didn't say anything, I supposed being a farmer is really hard and sometimes you get hurt.

  Me and Clarissa were very different. I was going to school to become a doctor or a nurse so I could get out of that small village in Emilia Romagna. Tourists think Italy is the most beautiful place on earth and you know what? Maybe it is. But, like most things, when you see it everyday, you lose interest in it. I wanted to travel, maybe to France, maybe to America.

  While I had big dreams and was pushing for them, Clarissa had given up on life, and chosen to just work on finding herself a rich boy, marry him and have kids. She basically aimed to become a housewife. Mom was vividly against that: she had been a housewife all her life, and regretted never taking a chance to become a ballerina. You should have seen how gracefully she moved in the kitchen when she was cooking. She would have been a great ballerina. Sadly she died without ever touching a stage. I hoped Clarissa would get that but she had recently met the son of an entrepreneur, his name was Valerio Roscani, his father owned the Roscani winery. A multimillion dollar wine brand that sold wine to the whole world. Valerio was the next in line to run the family business.

  The only problem is that he was a super arrogant rich boy who used money to get girls. I was sure, when he started running the company and getting more money, he would ditch many of his farmgirls (Clarissa included) for more fancy-looking city girls.

  I was getting worried about Leo so I walked out to see if he was in the tractor. I could see the tractor inte distance, I could barely see the inside but it looked like there was no one in it and nobody on the field. It was going to start getting dark soon. I told Clarissa who was inside 'Let's go find him!’

  3

  We looked everywhere for him, we went into town and asked every townsperson we knew if they had seen him. Clarissa was against it but we even went to see the local hooker - we knew he had been there several times. The lady said ‘No, I haven’t seen him but tell him that I miss him. He’s one of my favourite clients.’ we didn't ask any more questions of her.

  It took us all evening, of walking but nothing, we just couldn't find him, he wouldn't disappear like that, he wasn’t the type.

  So we went back home praying to god he was ok.

  I made the soup, we all ate it and went to sleep. I couldn't sleep. I had to get out of the house for some air. iIt was dark, but the moon and stars were spectacularly bright.

  I went back inside about 20 minutes later, climbed upstairs, into me and Clarissa's room. I had just closed our bedroom door when I heard Father's bedroom door opening.

  I heard the slow creaking of the stairs as he tried to walk down quietly. I heard him open the door, and I heard him close the door. I followed him .

  In the darkness I saw him walking towards the pigs' barnyard. I quietly walked in the shadows behind him. It was about 30 minutes, it took him that much to get to the barn, once in a while he would look back and to make sure nobody was following him. I thought, his old eyes couldn't recognise that in the shadow there was a person, there was his daughter.

  I saw him finally get to the barn and pull out a key. I could hear a voice from the barnyard, the person was crying inside, the screams coming from in there made me almost cry too. Sounded like someone who's leg is being chopped off.

  Father yelled 'SHUTUP BOY' like he was talking to some foul beast. Wait, did he say boy?

  Then I heard Leo's voice 'Please father, forgive me I wish not to cause you trouble ' He was angry and he hit him, so hard even I heard the hit at 15 feet away from the barn. Father yelled again 'I was going to let you live, I was going to let you take over the farm and now...' he hit him once more, the voice was breaking in anger '...now you won't have any of that!' The person was pleading, ‘Please father please, I'm not going to let anyone know about this.' it was quiet for a few seconds.

  I heard a sound behind me, like bushes moving, it startled me. When I turned around I saw nothing.

  Father walked out. He stood in front of the barn. Pulled out a cigarette and a lighter from his pockets and lit the thing. He was looking at the moon, thinking.

  I could never tell what he was thinking. He was a complicated man with strange behaviors we always excused as: he grew up in a different time - I was starting to think maybe there was more to that. But if the voice I was hearing was really Leo, I had to do something, I had to do something quick. He was still outside, as long as he was there, my hands were tied.

  After inhaling and exhaling the last puff of his cigarette he looked in my direction and said: 'How long have you been standing there?’

  4

  Father asked ‘How long have you been standing there?’

  How did he know? I didn't move, but I turned left and right to try and find out how he caught me.

  He said, ‘I've worked and shovelled land at night for years young lady, do you really think i wouldn't see you? Come out and show yourself, which one are you?’

  I didn’t, I was scared. He yelled 'COME OUT' I submitted his commanding voice.

  I walked out but I couldn't get myself to look at him in the face, I stood just out of the shadow enough for him to see me.

  He smiled sadistically, ‘Don't worry, princess, I'd never hurt you.’ The way he said that suggested the opposite, extended a hand to her and said come here darling let daddy see you...’

  I did so, slowly trying to look out for surprises. WHen i was close enough he grabbed my neck, said, ‘One word of this to your sister and I'm going to kill you!’ His green eyes that mum used to praise him for, now reflected one thing: repressed anger and death.

  He choked me harder, didn't say a word. I tried to use my frail arms to take his grip off my neck or just to take one last breath but his tight hold didn't allow me to. I realised I was crying, on the verge of passing out, my face getting all red, my veins popping up my forehead about to explode.

  He then loosened his grip and threw me aside, I rubbed my neck to try and dissipate the pain.

  He told me, 'There are some things women should never know, "doc"' he was being sarcastic. The hyper conservative man never wanted me to be a doctor. "Now heal yourself.' he went back inside the barn. I took a glimpse inside and I saw a figure, in the darkness, the figure seemed to have lost an arm. The door closed before I could confirm it was Leo.

  I got myself up, walked back home slowly, the shock was too much to bear, my own father...

  When I got home it was early in the morning, Clarissa was in the kitchen making breakfast. She smiled at me
when I came in, then she saw the bruises on my neck. She joked, 'Have you been out with one of those village guys again? You should stop having that kind of sex, it's not good for you...'

  I barely listened to what she said, I was too caught up in my own mind to even think about having a conversation at that point. I went up to our room and prayed. I was never a good follower of the bible but I didn’t know who else to appeal to. I prayed all this wasn’t real, that whatever happened in the forest was my imagination. Then I realised I had to face reality, what I saw was no hallucination, my Father was a monster. I was going to face this situation head on if I had to. I went to the toilet, refreshed myself, I still wasn't able to take off the mark on my neck.

  I went down, he was there, my father. He was having a beef sandwich. He didn't look at me, I didn't look at him. It was best if we kept things the same. Clarissa sensed some kind of tension so she tried to lighten up the mood with her jokes. All useless, after while she got tired of trying and sat down, faced Father and asked 'What happened to Leo?’

  5

  I heard Elena go out and walk back inside in the middle of the night. She was trying to be all quiet and stuff but this wooden house doesn’t allow anybody to go anywhere without being heard by everybody.

  I bet she was sneaking out with one of those farmboys. Father hated those guys, she better hoped he wouldn't catch her but she came back. Then I heard Father go out and she went out too.

  I tried to go back to sleep but I need to know, were they going to look for Leo? If I wanted to join, we had lost too many brothers and mothers...

  I waited for Elena to close the door downstairs and I got up, went downstairs. I opened the front door slightly and there they are. Father was going in the direction of the pig barn. I Elena was trying quietly following him. He turned around a couple times and I saw her hide in the shadow of a bug bush, he didn’t see her and continued going on his way. I went out too, following Elena.