Chapter : 5 - Mother and son
RICHARD
... I found my mom on the hallway floor, unconscious, naked and bleeding. The sight... My heart suddenly felt heavy. What did she even do? She had been in the hospital for the past few days. It seems she had just came home. Why her?
I rushed to the living room, brushing off the single tear drop from the corner of my eye, took the first aid box and a blanket. I came back to my mother and covered her with the blanket as she had no dress. The blood in her neck seems to have dried. I went to the kitchen, got some water, soap and a towel.
I washed the blood off, washed her wound and I softly wiped the her neck where she was cut. The cut is not deep, I applied some antibiotic, lifted her up to the living room and put her on the couch.
Who even did this? Why us? Why her? If there's one person in this world that I care about the most, it's my mom. It's because...
I read in a book once, "It's pain, only when it's you're the one suffering", at that time, I thought that line was stupid. Now I understand. Today, on the milf hunt, I fucked a helpless woman and later I fucked that girl and a waitress. I didn't even care about what those women were feeling. Their suffering seemed nothing to me. But now, seeing my mother like this, I feel the pain.
Karma huh... I've done this countless times before. Why now? Karma is a fucking random bitch.
Well, I should at least get her dressed, she can't just stay under the blanket naked. I turned around to get to her wardrobe, but there was an asshole standing by the living room door, my dad.
"Cause you couldn't find a girl, you decided to fuck your own mother? Hah?"
The fuck did he say? The fucking fuck did he say? I ran and pushed him on the floor, "You fucking pussy, you're dying in my fucking hand tonight", I shouted and threw several punches at his face. I took my pocket knife and stabbed in his abdomen again and again and again...
I then stabbed him one last time in his chest, he finally stopped moving. His life is over. He's dead. It might seem stupid to kill him just because he said something like that. My mom had no clothes, and I was standing next to her, it's only natural anyone would get the wrong idea.
But his words did make me so mad. Trust me, fucker deserves this more than anyone. I've always wanted to kill him anyway, it's just a personal revenge.
My mom woke up. She saw what I did to my dad, as she realized she don't have clothes on, she pulled the blanket and covered herself tight. She used one hand, as she was holding the blanket in the other and made signs, they were incomplete as she's using only one hand. But I understood that she's asking me to come over to her. I went to her, she cuddled me and started crying.
"I'm sorry mom, but you know I was gonna do this someday", I tried to console her, "Mom, please don't cry, your neck is gonna hurt, he's dead now, you can be free".
She kept crying, I stayed with her for a few minutes untill she calmed. "I gotta get rid of him", I said. She asked me in sign language, "Could you bury him in our backyard?", I said okay. My mom's a mute, but she can hear others and understand what they're saying. I learnt sign language in school just for her.
I pulled his body over to the backyard. Everytime I look at his fucking face, I'm reminded of my past. The past I've always wanted to forget. It'll all be over now. I grabbed the shovel and started digging. I kept digging for an hour and finally dug up hole enough for him. I pushed him into the hole.
As I was about to cover the hole, the vision came to my head again.
I'm 8 years old. I can *&=€$ feel any @##$+ on me. My dad locked the door so that I can't $@_&+, I kept #--"'++(#@ the door, calling out to my mother for help. I was afraid.
This asshole... I aggressively pushed the dirt into the hole covering the hole up completely. He can stay there and become bones.
I went back in, my mom was cleaning the blood on the floor. I could help her, but it's not a man's job. Maybe I should help her. "Mom, let me do that, you take some rest", I helped her to her room.
After cleaning the blood, I ordered some food for us. I went to the living room and started watching TV, "THIS EVENING, A PEDESTRIAN WAS HIT BY A TRUCK ON THE ANDRÉ ROAD, THE VICTIM WAS PRONOUNCED DEAD BY..."
The calling bell... Guess my food has arrived. I went and opened the door. It's Jesse? "Hey I didn't know you did deliveries?", that's surprising.
"Hi yes, my father runs the shop, I do deliveries occassionally"
"I see, why don't you come in?", I called him in. He came in and we sat on the couch. I turned the TV off. "So you live close by?", I asked him as I got my delivery from him. "No, by the way is anyone else with you now? You ordered for two", he asked. "It's for my mother, she's in her room", I replied.
"You ordered for your mother? That's swe- I mean why didn't you make her cook?"
"Someone had raped her, I don't want to give her any more trouble."
JESSE
What should I say here? What should I say?
"That's unfortunate, you had to order food outside because of it", I think that's an appropriate response.
"It's not about the food, it's my mother... Now I feel bad about that milf hunt we did", he replied. He cares about his mother? Why? I mean I have never seen a single man that respects their mother, let alone any women in general. But he... I would love to meet his mother.
He's... he even helped me escape from bullies once. He is the only person that treated me like a man. This feeling in my heart... What am I thinking???
"Okay I need to go now... I go- I have de- deliveries to make", I said and left his house.