Kate's Chronicles Part 2 
by Amy Fisher
Visiting Dad


amyfisher1984@gmail.com

Kate McAdams looked in the rear-view mirror of her car and smiled. Her son,
James, curled up in a tight ball was sleeping blissfully. They had nearly
reached their destination, her father's home.

Kate was planning this visit for a long time now. She had some unfinished
business to attend to with her alcoholic, abusive dad. She had driven for more
than 300 miles, in the middle of nowhere and at last she was there. The huge
double storied house loomed large before her as she parked her car next to an
old and beaten Ford pickup and got out. She gently awoke James and informed
him that they had reached and they had to go in.

She knocked on the door and waited for it to be opened, with bated breath. It
had been more than 10 years since she last saw her father. She had been afraid
of him all her life fearing a beating but not anymore. She was ready for a
final battle and she was sure she would win. The door was finally opened by a
middle aged man in his late 50s with dishevelled gray hair wearing trousers
and a shirt, a full sleeve woollen jacket on top.

"Hi Dad, surprised to see me?" Kate asked scornfully. "Meet your grand-son
James, whom you have not met since he was born."

"Damn you Kate, who the hell asked you to come over here in the first place,"
roared Drew McAdams. "I don't need your fucking company."

"I am not here to give you company," said Kate entering the house without
being invited in. "I have something to tell you and you need to listen."

She unzipped her leather jacket and took it off and put it on the couch. Her
father took one look at her perfectly toned, muscular abs and biceps and was
speechless for some time.

"What happened to you, Kate?" he asked with a dumfounded look on his face.
"You look like a freak of nature, and since when did start wearing a belly
button ring?"

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me, dad, but don't worry; I'll
let you know everything about my life that you have missed over the years. Now
go hug your grandson, will you?"

"I don't want to, he isn't my grandson. Who says he is?"

"I do, you will do exactly what I say, old man, otherwise there will be
serious consequences," said Kate in a calm voice but her eyes were ferocious.

"Have you forgotten about the beatings I used to give you when you were a
kid?"

"Try it now and I swear you will be sorry," Kate said looking at her child
with a smile.

"What are you going to do, beat me up? Huh!" her father snarled taking a step
towards her, his right hand raised over his head, ready to strike Kate down
with a vengeance.

That's as far as he could get. Kate leapt at him with a guttural scream, her
kick connecting with his mid section. Drew doubled over in pain clutching his
stomach, he bent over and was about to fall on the ground. Kate quickly
grabbed him by his neck and straightened him. She extended her arm upwards
still holding on to Drew's throat, only the toes touching the floor, both his
heels off the ground.

"Daddy, you know how easy it will be for me to snap your neck like a twig,"
Kate's voice was soft. She rarely said something in a harsh tone. With all her
inhuman strength, she heaved Drew's heavy frame off the ground, now his feet
dangling a good two feet in the air. She turned towards her son, a smile on
her face and saw the expression of shock on his face.

"Can't kill the bastard in front of the kid," she thought to herself.

She lowered her father to the floor and commanded, "Go hug your grandson,
now."

Utterly humiliated and now fearful for his life, Drew quickly moved towards
James and an awkward hug ensued, not enjoyed by either of them.

"Now I am going to have some rest. It has been a long drive. Don't go
anywhere, daddy, we have a lot of catching up to do."

Taking her son by the hand, Kate walked towards the stairs and went upstairs.
She only hoped that her room, which was her only sanctuary from all the abuse
and the beatings she received as a kid was the way she had left it and
fortunately it was. The old man wasn't senile after all. As soon as she
reached her room, she fell on her soft bed and fell asleep, James beside her.

"Thank God, the bed is just as soft and the room clean," was the last thought
as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

Drew's mind was in turmoil. He could not believe what had just happened. He
realized that Kate could quite easily kill him with her bare hands if she
wanted to but her ego got the better of him. He picked up the telephone and
dialled his best friend, Herb.

On the fourth ring, Herb answered the phone and was immediately intrigued with
what Drew had to say to him.

"Kate has come back and she has threatened to kill me if I don't listen to
what she says, got a stupid kid, she claims is her son. I am scared, what
should I do?"

"Want me to come over and talk some sense into her?" asked Herb, the ever
helpful friend.

"You idiot, you don't realize, she has more physical strength than both of us
combined. She actually lifted me off the floor with just one hand on my
throat. We got to be careful around that bitch," Drew never really cared for
his daughter. "Do one thing, bring a knife and hold it against her neck. Scare
her so much that she leaves this place immediately. Don't kill her, maybe just
a flesh wound on her neck, understand," Drew put the phone down and waited.

It took Herb a couple of hours to reach Drew's house. As soon as he entered,
Drew sighed in relief. Herb was a kind of man who instantly invoked fear on
whoever was standing in front of him. Heavyset, he had a craggy beard, with
white hair. He was wearing a smelly overcoat and what looked like a t shirt
underneath with faded blue jeans and sneakers.

"What took you so long? Where is the knife I asked you to bring?"

"Got tied up," Herb produced a knife from inside his coat pocket.

"She's upstairs sleeping. Go get her."

Herb slowly crept upstairs and pushed the door of Kate's room open. Only James
was in bed in deep sleep. Where was Kate? He slowly backed away and got out of
the room, closing the door softly. Maybe she was in the shower. He made his
way towards the bathroom and heard the shower running.

"What better way to scare a woman than to barge in while she was having a
shower and threaten her with dire consequences if she did not do as she was
told." Drew smiled to himself, satisfied.

He steadied his nerve and turned the doorknob of the bathroom. To his
surprise, it was not locked and he quietly got in. He could see her naked in
the shower, having an erection as well as palpitation at the same time. Before
he could act, Kate aware of his presence since the time he entered the
bathroom said," Hi Herb, never seen a nude woman before?"

"Huh," Herb was speechless.

Kate turned off the shower and turned towards him, nonchalantly taking the
towel and rubbing herself dry, right in front of the flabbergasted Herb
without trying to conceal her nakedness.

"I'll give you 3 seconds to get out of here. If you are still here after I
stop counting, I won't be able guarantee your safety," she kept on drying her
body.

Herb was scared but did not show it. He would not let a woman dictate what he
should do. He stayed put, the knife still in his right hand. Kate caught a
glimpse of the shining blade and reacted immediately. She threw the towel on
the floor and lunged forward grabbing Herb's wrist and twisted it so viciously
that he had no option but to drop the weapon on the floor.

"You bastard, you came here to kill me, now I don't have any other option but
to kill you, self defence you know."

She picked up the knife from the floor and studied it for an instant. Then she
threw it out of the bathroom and stepped right up to Herb, her head coming up
to his chest.

"You know what, Herb, for despots like you, I only need my bare hands."

Without saying another word, Kate pushed Herb down on the ground and climbed
on top of him and sat heavily on his chest.

"Herb, it looks like your lucky day. A naked chick is going to strangle you to
death now. Sweet isn't it."

She placed both her hands on Herb's throat and started squeezing, her thumbs
resting on his Adam's apple. He immediately caught both her wrists and started
twisting them, anyway to remove them from his neck. Unfortunately for him, her
hands were locked in a vice like grip on his throat and it was no use.

"You see Herb, once I grab some dude by the throat, only I have the power to
remove them," she gritted her teeth, flexing her muscles on her arms and
wrists.

At this point, it was inevitable. Herb would die. No questions about it. Kate
was just too strong for him. He looked into her eyes and realized that she was
enjoying this. Seeing her smile throughout only mad Herb more depressed, not
that it mattered now. Slowly she was crushing his windpipe.

"Even though I know the answer to the question, tell me what you are doing
here with a knife? Answer me truthfully, and I swear I'll make it quick."

Herb, even though on the verge of passing out was pissed at Drew for setting
him up. He should have told him that Kate possessed the strength of an
elephant.

"Your dad called me up and asked me scare you so that you might leave," she
could barely hear her voice.

"Well, I wasn't going to kill him when I first came in but now all bets are
off."

By now, Herb had resigned to his fate and waited for death to come quickly. He
felt Kate's grip loosen a bit on his neck but she did not remove her hands. He
looked into her eyes and quickly knew what was happening. Kate was about to
have an orgasm.

Kate felt it too, the exhilarating feeling of having control over someone
else's life. She loved the feeling of dominance over her male victims.
Involuntarily, her grip tightened, completely constricting Herb's neck and
windpipe. He started to cough violently, his tongue hanging out from the
corner of his mouth, as his face turned blue; his eyes open with a vacant
expression. He was dead. Still Kate held on as if in a trance.

The feeling passed and she looked down at Herb's dead face. One more bites the
dust.

She removed her hands from his neck and stood up looking for her towel. She
found it, and wrapped it around her body and went to her room. James was still
sleeping. Good. She would have to be quick. After dealing with her father, she
would have to burn Herb's body lest the cops find her fingerprints on the
pig's throat. She found her leather gloves in her bag and put them on. On went
her shorts, even though it was freezing and she a sleeveless top. Now where
was her bellybutton ring?

Kate came downstairs and found his father sitting on the couch a worried look
on his face. Seeing her coming down, he stood up, a fearful expression on his
face.

"Your crony is upstairs on the bathroom floor with his throat crushed and my
fingerprints on his neck. I couldn't help it, he jumped me from behind and I
got scared, must have been a reflex action. Anyway, daddy, when I came here, I
said I would tell you about aspects of my life that you have no clue about."

Drew kept quiet. He did not know what to say. Did he hear Kate say that she
strangled Herb with her bare hands?

Kate took a couple of steps towards her father, fiddling with her navel ring,
her eyes looking deep inside his. She was not smiling.

"Well, after you sold me off to that no good ex husband of mine at a very
young age, my life has been hell, not that it was any better when I was here.
Ever since mum died, you have made my life miserable. Well, I could not take
it any longer," she was still fiddling with her navel ring. "I joined a gym
and started building up my strength slowly, getting into ugly brawls at home
until I was absolutely ready. Papa, look at what I can do."

Kate stepped forward and grabbed Drew by the throat again but this time she
used both her hands. She heaved his frame off the floor with relative ease
keeping him in the air, his feet dangling in the air. She started talking.

"One night, when I got back from the gym, we again had a fight but this time I
was prepared. I used these bare hands of mine and strangled him to death like
I am strangling you now and you know what Papa, I liked it so much that I
became a serial killer. I kill only men and I kill with only my bare hands,
choking them. The only good thing that has happened to me in my life was when
James was born. To support both of us, I had to become a stripper and a hooker
but this is what I do only for myself. I have killed many men so far, but this
by far will be the most satisfactory. Goodbye dad, see you in hell."

Without uttering another word, Kate tightened her grip on his father's neck,
hanging him with her hands. A moment later there was a popping sound as she
felt his neck break. She threw the corpse to the floor with disdain and spit
on it.

"Told you I could break your neck like a twig," she said out loud to her dead
father.

Now, she had to get rid of Herb's body and get out of here.

She reached the stairs to go upstairs.