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 blood-dripping 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, Bryan. 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?"
"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 fucking 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 now that that is how Alex got the crack. I was, for some reason, wanting to tell him about it.
"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 get fucking emo about this to use a knife, and I handed her the knife. 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 multiple times 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 entire rest of the week. My grades were slipping bad in stuff like homework and classwork. During lunch I could never eat anything. I never talked to Alex anymore. He most likely smoked all that crack the very night after school in about 5 minutes. I felt lonelier than ever. And I felt unsafe. Unsafe, and threatened.
To be continued...
