The Devil's Intellect

© 2011 by Jennifer Isbell. All rights reserved.

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First published by AuthorHouse 07/28/2011

ISBN: 978-1-4634-4530-0 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4634-4529-4 (ebk)

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Contents

Chapter 1, the beginning

Chapter 2, sinister duties

Chapter 3, family matters

Chapter 4, Death of the monster

Chapter 5, Turn of Tides

Chapter 6, in America

Chapter 7, known

Chapter 8, the case

Chapter 9, Damned in prison

Chapter 10, the Escape

Chapter 11, Ireland the new beginning

Chapter 12, Back to Reality

Chapter 13, Master comes to me

Chapter 14, Good vs. Evil

Chapter 15, the death of me

As a child I was loved, I was nurtured but when Adam was born I instantly knew who would take my place. Adam and I were only two years apart and we only grew older only knowing love and kindness but, my mind set wasn’t even in the realm of love for that bastard, he took my parents, my love and everything I ever had. I hated him so much and now it was my turn to take back what was rightfully mine, even if it meant killing him.

Chapter 1

the beginning

It was Christmas when the accident happened; Adam and I were on the pond an area that was forbidden by mother and father, but I didn’t care I remember he was only six and I was eight, I slowly pulled him out into the middle of the pond, I then smiled and started dancing and singing an old nursery rhyme from school, humpty dumpy sat on the wall, humpty dumpy had a great fall, all the kings horses and all the kings men couldn’t put him back together again Adam then started to do a little dance which resulted into him jumping and singing along, I at that time told him sternly to start jumping higher and harder, he simply shrugged his shoulders and did as I said, and at that the ice broke with a shattering sound and he was gone. I slowly knelled down and watched him thrash about, tiny air bubbles rose and fell, I watched as his tiny fists pounded the thick ice, not even making a sound.

There was no way in hell he could get out of that thick layer of ice, that is unless I helped him and honestly that was the last thing on my mind, ‘to bring that little bastard back into my life, ha never’. I watched as bubbles fell from his lips slowly and his eyes widened and he seemed to stare straight through me, and in the instant I quickly stuck my arm through that bitter water and pulled his little ass out. If you ask me I don’t know why I saved him, probably out of blindness, all I knew now was that I just screwed up my one and only chance to have my parents back and I just put him back into that tango of a life, how foolish of me.

His teeth chattered and his body was an indigo color, he slowly stood up and walked over to me and thanked me for saving him, or that is what I had imagined he just glared at me and started home in a frozen limp like walk. I obviously hadn’t kept him under long enough.

When I walked through the door of the house I was accompanied by several slaps from mother, I stood there in shock as she kept hitting me. It was obvious that Adam told them and that’s when they both started to fall apart ‘mentally that is, and about me’. The doctor was at the door in minutes and the smell of him made me nauseous and sick to my stomach, so much pride in that man, you could sense it a mile away. Adam by then was fine, mother had made him soak in a warm bath then cuddled him by the fire, I on the other hand was beat from head to toe with a rolling pin, then was grounded for being near and on the pond, when I knew better and for endangering my brother’s life. And Adam well, you can only guess he only received more and more attention, taking into account he was on the pond too. But it didn’t stop there the rage and distaste in my mouth grew and grew igniting hate and an arrangement to finally rid of this nuisance in my way.

Later on in the evening mother had came to my room and sat dawn beside me, and only stared at me for what it seemed was a decade, she quickly fiddled with her fingers and looked at me in a way I can’t even describe, it was a mixture of hate and love, joined together to create some sort of natural pity Simon she had said in a hushed voice, Simon why would you knowingly put your brother’s life in danger? She asked this with such desperation nearly on the verge of tears. I just sat there fumbling my fingers and twitching my feet searching my brain for the correct words to spew out, I looked at her after several seconds, I hate him, and he doesn’t belong here, if he goes away we can all be happy again I said this without a expression and deliberately shrugged my shoulders. At that a wail come from her gaping mouth and she rose her hand a slapped me several times, that is until my face burned like fire, she quickly called dad in and tattled on what I had said, I was then beat with the belt, this time harder and with every strike I could only think of Adam, and how he should be the one receiving this punishment not me.

That night I went to bed without supper and without any love at all from my parents, I was now completely invisible, though I couldn’t sleep I just laid their thinking of Adam gone and what joy it would bring me and my parents. I must have fallen asleep because I woke to a banging noise inches away. I looked up to see mother packing all my stuff into my large brown suitcase, her eyes were puffy and her smile was a thin pressed line. Mother where are we going? I had asked in surprise. She only looked at me and started crying again, her makeup was already smeared and it was now running down her face. She then sighed and patted my head like some dog, and then left the room. Minutes later mother and father walked in both grim and tired looking, mother stood by him and I looked up to see her wiping her eyes with her sleeve, she smiled a fake smile and sighed, son you are going somewhere special. Father was terrible looking and you could tell he had been up all night drinking again, his eyes pouted and under then large gray bags were formed, his usual smile was a thin pressed line, and to be honest it scared the hell out of me. Mother was wearing her light pink bathrobe with what I could imagine nothing underneath, her hair was a large puffy ball of red, and her eyes were red and swollen, from crying I’d imagined.

Son father had said with a deep sigh, he slowly sat down mother following, and before I knew it all three of us were sitting on my bed, mother and father hand in hand, me sitting there being stared at, they quickly exchanged glances and no joy overcame their sullen faces. Father than looked at me real hard, Simon you do know we love you right? I nodded. And you know your mother and I only want what’s best for you right? I nodded once more, tears forming at the corners of my eyes. Simon mother finally said in a low voice, you are going somewhere special, a place to help you. She paused and kissed my forehead, you do want that, don’t you son? By now my mind and the world around me was frozen I could feel a cold shiver creeping up my spin into my eyes and nose, envy ran through my blood and hate boiled under my skin.

But mom, please I… . I promise to be good, please don’t send me away, I’ll be just like Adam… please… please! I know I played this real well because mother was on dad’s lap crying like a helpless infant.

At that father slowly leaned down as if to kiss me, but stopped and sighed leaving the raw stench of booze, he stood up picked up mother and left me to myself.

Now I felt torn inside, my own parents were getting rid of me, for Adam’s sake, because he was so much better than me, and I hated it, I hated him and most of all my parents. That night I was able to eat with the family, and then was sent to bed early while Adam stayed up and played games with mom and dad.

That night I couldn’t sleep, or even close my eyes, I could only think of ways to rid of Adam, I lied in my bed for what it seemed was hours fascinating about Adams absence. The morning started abruptly, mother was running around the house like a chicken with it’s head cut off, Adam was at the dinner table playing with his food like a baby, and I so badly wanted to go slap the crap out of him. Father was sitting by the fire sipping whiskey and reading the morning paper.

I sat down at the table and started to pour my cereal, then Adam started to scream and started to throw food at me than he deliberately slapped himself in the face, then begun to scream and shake his head while kicking his feet like a baby. I looked at him, what is your problem? I demanded, he just looked at me and screamed louder and louder until mother came running in her face white and her breathing unsteady. What are you screaming about? She yelled. He then stopped and wiped his eyes; Simon slapped me, and threw food at me! He said this without a hesitation, his eyes wide and his face all red. I looked at him not believing my ears, this little shit just made this all up to punish me again. Mother turned towards me, Simon, what happened? She asked her eyes glowering at me. Mother I didn’t do that! I said honestly. She looked at me again, do what? She asked again. I looked at her, slap him I didn’t slap him, or throw food mom, I swear! She then looked at Adam skeptically; Adam then started balling, worse than before, mommy I’m telling the truth, he is, lying! And at that she reached out and slapped me until father came running in, what the hell is going on? He asked his eyes red from the whisky, his feet stumbling. Mother stood up straight and looked at him, Paul, he just won’t stop hurting Adam. She cried. Well what did he do? Mother’s eyes glistened, he slapped Adam and was throwing food.

Father looked at me real hard, is that what happened? He asked. I looked up and without blinking and said, NO!!! HE IS LYING, HE IS ALLWAYS TRYING TO GET ME INTO TROUBLE, YOU GUYS NEVER BEALIVE ME, AND NEVER LISTEN TO ME EITHER!

Father shrugged his shoulders and looked at mother, honey we don’t know the truth, so how can we punish Simon? He asked blankly. Mothers eyes widened, oh hell no, my baby Adam would never hurt Simon, and how do you explain, the red mark on his face? He is lying, and I want him out of my house. She screamed deliberately staring at me. Fathers eyes shifted from mother to me, he sighed. Simon, go to your room. He ordered.

I quickly bolted up the stairs but quietly kneeled down by the railing, listening on what their plans were. Father’s voice was louder than before and he was shouting, WHERE IS HE GOING TO GO, HUH? WE DON’T HAVE ANYONE WHO WILL TAKE HIM, WHY CANT YOU JUST FORGIVE, HIM? IF YOU WANT HIM GONE SO DAMN BADLY THEN YOU FIND A PLACE, and at that he left the room, breathing deeply and mumbling something. Mother eyes found me, like she knew I was their all along, a sly smile filled her face and then she picked up the phone dialed some number and looked at me the entire time she was talking, oh that would be great, how about tonight?

She then hung up the phone and called father back in, aunt Bertines, is coming. She said then went into the living room and started reading. Father’s eyes caught mine and he looked very sad, as if for some moment he didn’t want me gone, then he lifted his hand and took another swig from his cheap whiskey and left the room. I slowly crept down the stairs, and mother’s hand caught my wrist, go get your shit ready she will be here in twenty. She demanded. I quickly bolted up the stairs and started packing all my stuff; I only had a few pieces of clothing so it didn’t take me long, I packed my bone collection and all my rocks, my books and my blankets, though I knew aunt would have blankets already but I didn’t care, it was mine and where ever I went my stuff would follow.

Aunt Bertines was an awfully round woman, she had a mop of bright red hair and the worst attitude, aunt wasn’t a very nice person, and to be frank she was a bitch the very definition, always yelling, criticizing and she was mean, I remember on Easter, she pushed me so hard I broke my arm, and when I told my parents they beat me for lying and saying such a terrible thing, I was scared to go with her, and ‘I knew my life was in jeopardy, the moment I would step into her house I would be sentencing my own death’.

She was at our door in less than five, and how she got their so fast, surprises the hell out of me, because she lives on the other side of London, and the only way here would be by train of car, and both weren’t that fast unless she drove like a bat out of hell. She slowly opened the door, and instantly looked at me, so this is him… Simon, the one who hurts people. She said this all to fast, for me to actually understand. Mother nodded, yes this is him. She said angrily. Mother and father packed my stuff in the trunk, and at that sent me away, with the wickedest women alive.

The entire way their neither of us talked, she basically slept the whole way their, her face all squashed up against the window, drool flowing from her gaping mouth. I just sat there staring off into the distance, blankly my head buzzing my hands sweaty my legs wobbling.

Aunt B. woke up when we hit the middle of London, she bought me several outfits, shoes and books, it scared me, why would this horrid hag, be buying me all this crap? Was it to lure me into trusting her? Or was it to be generally nice? Either way I didn’t fall for it, I knew what she was capable of and I knew it well. When we entered the front gate, and I saw how big her house was I nearly shit my pants this place was like a castle compared to our little shack. When we entered the house, it was quite dark, and extremely quite, I was shown to my room, and told that I would have supper brought to me by one of her servants, and when she said servant I was relived, it was nice to know that I wasn’t; entirely alone with this mad woman. She said that she was going to bed, and that I had better stay put in my room or else.

Chapter 2

sinister duties

I didn’t sleep the first night in the house I was way to scared to even close my eyes, the thought of being in the same house with her was killing me. I’m quite unsure how I was to feel about my new arrangement, was this, the end of the line for me? Or was I actually in a home where I would be loved? These were questions that only time itself would be able to answer. I must have fallen asleep because I awoke to the smell of hot food, and when I opened my eyes, in front of me on a silver platter was a bowl of eggs and some toast with jelly and orange juice, I was surprised because this was the first time I had ever eaten something so good, in our house all we had to eat was hot cereal that tasted like shit mixed with wheat. My mind froze when I saw all this; mother and father would have to work their entire lives to even be able to put food like that on our table. Now it was just lying there on a table in front of me without any strings attached. Even though