Chapter 4: Choice A
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| - | "Mom!" I desperately yell. She had bled to death, and right beside her was my dad. And he was holding a | + | "Mom!" I desperately yell. She had bled to death, and right beside her was my dad. And he was holding a bloody knife. |
"Dad, you...you...YOU KILLED MOM!" I screamed. I wanted to kill him. What could my mom have done to deserve this? She was the nicest person in the world, and wouldn't hurt a fly. I was nearly crying my eyes out. My mom was dead. Wow. My ''mother'' was dead. Those are the kinds of things that, when they suddenly hit you, hurt like a bitch. My mom was gone. I had no mother. No one to calm me down when I'm upset, or somebody to just explain things to. She was gone from my life, and not even tears could make me feel better. | "Dad, you...you...YOU KILLED MOM!" I screamed. I wanted to kill him. What could my mom have done to deserve this? She was the nicest person in the world, and wouldn't hurt a fly. I was nearly crying my eyes out. My mom was dead. Wow. My ''mother'' was dead. Those are the kinds of things that, when they suddenly hit you, hurt like a bitch. My mom was gone. I had no mother. No one to calm me down when I'm upset, or somebody to just explain things to. She was gone from my life, and not even tears could make me feel better. | ||
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"Why did you kill her?" I couldn't even get one sentence out before I started crying even more. | "Why did you kill her?" I couldn't even get one sentence out before I started crying even more. | ||
| - | "I didn't kill her, | + | "I didn't kill her, Johny. She killed herself." |
"What?" | "What?" | ||
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"Dad...this is....this is the second person that's died today. What's going on?" | "Dad...this is....this is the second person that's died today. What's going on?" | ||
| - | " | + | "Your mom had sex with David." |
I wasn't sure I heard right. "What?" | I wasn't sure I heard right. "What?" | ||
| - | "They had sex. Right in his house, while I was sleeping. He smoked some crack, and he got high, and he | + | "They had sex. Right in his house, while I was sleeping. He smoked some crack, and he got high, and he raped your mother. And she liked it. After you had left, I confronted him, took the crack, threw it outside, and I killed him. Then I came to tell you." |
| - | I realized | + | I realized that that was how Alex got the crack. |
| - | "When I came home, your mother had cut herself on her arm a few times with a pair of scissors. I told her if she wanted to | + | "When I came home, your mother had cut herself on her arm a few times with a pair of scissors. I told her if she wanted to do the job right to use a knife, and I handed it to her. We got into a huge fight about how she betrayed me and cheated on me and how I wanted to kill her. Finally she stabbed herself before I could react. I took the knife away, and she dropped dead. And that's when you came in." |
| - | It had been rough the | + | It had been rough the rest of the week. My grades were slipping bad. During lunch I could never eat anything. I never talked to Alex anymore. He most likely smoked all that crack that very night after school in about 5 minutes. I felt lonelier than ever. And I felt unsafe. Unsafe, and threatened. |
''To be continued...'' | ''To be continued...'' | ||
[[Continue to Chapter 5]] | [[Continue to Chapter 5]] | ||
| + | [[Category:13 years]] | ||
Current revision as of 22:49, 15 June 2011
"Mom!" I desperately yell. She had bled to death, and right beside her was my dad. And he was holding a bloody knife.
"Dad, you...you...YOU KILLED MOM!" I screamed. I wanted to kill him. What could my mom have done to deserve this? She was the nicest person in the world, and wouldn't hurt a fly. I was nearly crying my eyes out. My mom was dead. Wow. My mother was dead. Those are the kinds of things that, when they suddenly hit you, hurt like a bitch. My mom was gone. I had no mother. No one to calm me down when I'm upset, or somebody to just explain things to. She was gone from my life, and not even tears could make me feel better.
My dad dropped the knife and hugged me. "I'm so sorry, Johny." He said.
"Why did you kill her?" I couldn't even get one sentence out before I started crying even more.
"I didn't kill her, Johny. She killed herself."
"What?"
"Let me explain it to you."
"Dad...this is....this is the second person that's died today. What's going on?"
"Your mom had sex with David."
I wasn't sure I heard right. "What?"
"They had sex. Right in his house, while I was sleeping. He smoked some crack, and he got high, and he raped your mother. And she liked it. After you had left, I confronted him, took the crack, threw it outside, and I killed him. Then I came to tell you."
I realized that that was how Alex got the crack.
"When I came home, your mother had cut herself on her arm a few times with a pair of scissors. I told her if she wanted to do the job right to use a knife, and I handed it to her. We got into a huge fight about how she betrayed me and cheated on me and how I wanted to kill her. Finally she stabbed herself before I could react. I took the knife away, and she dropped dead. And that's when you came in."
It had been rough the rest of the week. My grades were slipping bad. During lunch I could never eat anything. I never talked to Alex anymore. He most likely smoked all that crack that very night after school in about 5 minutes. I felt lonelier than ever. And I felt unsafe. Unsafe, and threatened.
To be continued...
