The Horror Story
The same (Part 2)

Rain is pouring down the city. The speck was so heavy, that it made my trousers slip first. I was in front of the building where my mother enrolled me in tutoring a subject because the exam season had arrived.

Before long I saw a car approaching where I was standing, then stopped right in front of me, the windshield of the rider came down a little and showed my father's face there.

“Quick login!”

Without waiting any longer I immediately ran to the other side of the car and got in the front seat. Soon after that the car drove over the asphalt in the rain to get to the house.

There was only silence during our time in the four-wheeled machine, since my mother was so hard locked me up, my father did not want to talk to me much, very different before the decree was revealed.

At home, when I change clothes. Mom was busy in the kitchen and cooking soupy food. Fruit foods can warm the body faster, he said.

I came out of the bathroom just as the sound of broken plates rang out from there, a slow scream echoing the kitchen walls. I immediately stepped onto the scene and found Mother's index finger that had been drenched in blood.

“Mother!” I ran to the woman's place, then grabbed her hand. “Mother why? Why is it hurt like this?”

“Nothing Arlan, just a scratch.”

A moment later without me realizing also the finger of the Mother who was covered with blood I had sucked, I drained her blood, even still I sucked the blood on her finger.

“Arlan, you're a slob.” Having gotten my strange treatment, my mother immediately pulled her finger firmly. He briefly looked at his finger before looking at me with a piercing look.

I threw away my face to avoid her gaze, the same feeling as when the accident last time back in my chest. A feeling of addiction and pleasure that is somehow meaningless.

Without speaking I stepped out of the kitchen and walked towards the room. The mind is still trying to understand the strange feeling just now, do I have any abnormalities?

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My footsteps were shaken to reach home, on this Saturday my parents were busy with their respective affairs so they could not pick me up from the tutoring place. I had no choice but to go home alone on foot.

Upon arriving at my residence, I immediately walked to the kitchen to see if there was any food that could be eaten. However, the bad luck came back when I opened the hood, there was nothing there but a note.

“Mother did not have time to cook today, you can order food through Gupud.”

“Arrgh ...,” moans slowly I can not hold, I have been hungry since school and did not have time to eat because I had to take lessons. Once I got here I was back unable to eat normally!

Accompanied by the annoyance, I walked back outside the house to calm down, the sight of the eyes instantly finding Mei's house on the left side. I also found a tiny figure Mei who was playing with my gift doll.

By myself my footsteps just walked to the gate of the house, I opened it and stepped towards where Mei was. A place I hadn't visited after two months.

Unlike what I expected, Mei turned her head after I got close enough to her, then she smiled.

“Hai Mei.” I say he was first, a little shame I felt because I could not greet him at all during the ‘prisoner’ Mom time.

“Hai,” May replied to my handkerchief cheerfully. “Come in.”

I quickly went through the wall of Mei's house and sat beside her, without speaking she gave me some dolls and invited me to play. Ever since I got more familiar with this little girl, we played together on the porch of her house and just there. I was never allowed into the house, nor did I know how the parents of May looked like because they never went out and said hello, hearing their voices did not.

“Hei Arlan's. Are you hungry?” Mei asked after she finished changing into a Barbie doll.

For a moment I was silent, a little strange about the question because it never came out of Mei's mouth all this time.

“Yes, of course I'm hungry, I haven't eaten since coming home from les.”

“How about you eat my cooking? I guarantee you like.”

“Taste you?”

“Yes, let me get you.”

Without being able to prevent Mei from entering the house, before long the tray with the bowl and plate was in her hands, food with a brownish color was seen on the plate, with a little matching colored jam.

“This, I cook sate.”

The smell of peanut butter and grilled meat immediately filled my nostrils, dancing in there and stirring up hunger. Without saying much we immediately devoured those small pieces of meat. I myself have been so addicted since the first seasoning of beans and meat came into contact with my taste buds.

But whether it's just my feeling, this flesh is like it has a different taste than what I used to eat, a taste I only tasted when I took a sip of the biker's blood and my mother's.

“Taste you so good, what meat is this?” I finally chose to ask.

May was a little speechless before replying, “You want to know?”

“Of course. It's delicious, if I know what meat this is, I'll ask mom to cook it later.”

Seen a look of consideration on Mei's face, as if to mention the meat alone as if to give a nuclear code. Slowly the girl got up, then walked towards the door of her house.

“If you want to know, come with me.”

Hearing that I immediately got up and caught up with him who had already gone in there. To the back of the house. Upon arrival at the destination a not so foreign scent was immediately smelled by my nose, the same scent as I had in front of the school last time, which also made me remember the taste of the blood I was sipping.

Mei herself opened the refrigerator door; silence waited for me to look inside.

When I saw that there were two ****** adults lying there, while at the bottom there were two arms, and in the freezer there was a pile of meat that was either meat.

“The one you just ate was ****my mother.” obviously Mei without feeling guilty, she turned to me with a smile. “Then you know this, are you still going to tell your mother to cook?”

“Ya, of course.” I turned to May until the eyes of the two of us met, and I gave her my best smile. “I'll cook them later.”

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