Happy Birthday To Me

Out at sea, no one can hear you scream, no one can come to your rescue.

Around midnight, I was startled out of a deep sleep by the sounds of screams coming from the deck.  My family was in trouble.

Perhaps I should have stayed where I was, but I had to see what was happening.

I stepped into the warm night air.  It would have been a beautiful night if it wasn’t for my family’s terror.

I found them tied to the railing by the sundeck.  The man my father hired to sail us down to the Caribbean was standing in front of them holding a machete.

Skipper Dan watched me closely.  The look that burned in his eyes made me recall that I came on deck wearing nothing but my bra and panties.

My father caught sight of me.  “Avery, run!”

I turned to him.  “Run to where, exactly, Dad?  We’re on a boat in the middle of nowhere.”

I walked up to Skipper Dan and kissed him.  “I thought you were going to wait for me.”

“Sorry, babe.”  He allowed one hand to make its way down to my bottom.

I giggled, as I took the machete.

“What’s happening, Avery?”  My mother cried, tears streaming down her face.

“What’s happening, Avery.”  I mocked.  I’ve had enough of her.

“You’ve completely lost your mind.”  My sister Ellie said.

“I wanted to go to Hawaii to celebrate my eighteenth birthday, but you thought it would be better to sail to the Caribbean, so daddy ran out and rented this boat.”

“We thought you’d like it,” mom sniffled, pathetic as always.

“No one likes being stuck on a small boat with their family while doing some overweight forty-year-old.  I wanted to be in Hawaii surrounded by hot surfers.”

Dan opened his mouth to protest.  I silenced him with one swift move, by slicing through his jugular.  He had served his purpose and I no longer needed him.

At the sight of the blood, my family lost it.  The screaming and wailing started again.  They said some hateful things.  I let them talk until I got bored and ended them the same way I did Dan.  I wanted to  make them suffer, but the sooner they were dead, the sooner I could get on with my life.

I tossed the knife into the water, and made my escape, setting fire to the boat before climbing into the life raft.

Hopefully, it wouldn’t be long before someone found me adrift and hysterical, mourning the cruel death of my family at the hands of Skipper Dan.






Photo by Sean JOHNSTON from Pexels

  15 comments for “Happy Birthday To Me

  1. March 6, 2018 at 5:19 pm

    Ooo, Avery is a Very Bad girl!

    • jrusoloward
      March 7, 2018 at 3:29 pm

      She is.

  2. March 6, 2018 at 9:18 pm

    Love this!

    • jrusoloward
      March 7, 2018 at 3:27 pm

      Thanks! Something different.

  3. March 6, 2018 at 10:04 pm

    Eek! Great story!

    • jrusoloward
      March 7, 2018 at 3:26 pm

      Thank you!

  4. March 7, 2018 at 6:34 am

    ‘You could have protested before we left, Avery!’

    This story was a treat, jrusoloward!

    • jrusoloward
      March 7, 2018 at 3:26 pm

      Thanks, Eduardo! I’m glad you enjoyed it.

  5. March 7, 2018 at 10:28 am


    But more importantly, is it your birthday?

    • jrusoloward
      March 7, 2018 at 3:25 pm

      Lol! Not mine, hers. It’s been a while since I’ve seen 18!

      • March 7, 2018 at 5:04 pm

        You know what I mean! Well, in any case, happy birthday to her. Don’t want my head chopped off for forgetting to wish Katy-Kaboom!

  6. roampicturesllc
    March 7, 2018 at 10:48 pm

    A little dark for you. Ha.

    • jrusoloward
      March 9, 2018 at 5:02 pm

      I have layers.

  7. March 13, 2018 at 5:47 pm

    Twisted, I love it!

    • jrusoloward
      March 13, 2018 at 6:26 pm

      Thanks, Shawn!

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