What About Loyalty

Chapter 11

I had a gut feeling the police would notified Mom of Dad's arrest. They would have had to in any case.

Shortly after the cop car had driven away from out house, my mom arrived home. The first thing she did when she went inside was go to my room. She didn't look angry, but her clenched fists were trembling.

That's how I knew she heard.

"Why would you call the police on your father?" she queried.

"Look at me!" I shouted. "He almost murdered me!"

"I don't care. You do not call the authorities to arrest family members for any reason."

"Then how come you were able to have them arrest Uncle Rory when he was about to stick a broken bottle up your ass at the family reunion?"

"This isn't about me, it's about you. Because of your blatant disrespect for me and your incarcerated father, I'm afraid you're no longer welcome in this house."

I couldn't believe my ears. My own mother, the person who gave birth to me and breast-fed me, had threatened to kick me out of the house. "You don't mean-" I spurted out.

"Yes I do," my mother replied. "I don't care whose home you live in. You sure as hell aren't staying here."

That's when I started descending into madness myself. "You don't love me," I said in a very demented tone. "You never loved me."

Mom was so surprised that those two sentences had spilled out of my mouth. "Of course I love you," she reassured. "It's just-"

"No!" I interrupted. "If you loved me, you wouldn't be f*****g kicking me out of the goddamn house!"

(Please skip over these next few paragraphs if you're extremely squeamish.)

I opened a drawer from a dresser next to my bed and pulled out a butcher knife. My mother's expression turned from worried to fear as soon as she saw it.

"W-w-what are you gonna do with that?" she stammered.

"Oh, you'll see, mother," I told her in a low voice. "You'll see soon enough." Next, I got up from the bed and slowly walked towards her. Mom was too afraid to move, which made this all the more easier for me.

Like a wild beast, I pounced on her, then proceeded to stab her in the chest repeatedly. I did this for about ten seconds. After those ten seconds, I got off of her and witnessed the blood pouring out of the wounds I created.

I killed my mother. I'm sure you can find the irony in that statement.