Sick Twisted Love

Chapter Two: Abusive Home

 As I began my exceedingly long walk home, tonight's events replayed repeatedly in my head. Her deep brown eyes haunted my vision. All I could see was Elizabeth, the way she laughed, the way she smiled, the way the heat slowly traveled up to her cheeks creating a shy blush. I may have not had s*x, but I have kissed plenty of girls but none of them compare to the way it felt when I kissed Elizabeth. Her lips ever so soft, the way they met mine with such intensity. I sighed; I could never have her even if I wanted too. Suddenly my long walk was coming to an end I was just about to turn the corner when I noticed my mother and father outside fighting My father was beating on my mother profusely. Drunk of course, I thought to myself I do not know what the feeling was inside of me but suddenly I went from a love-struck boy to someone completely blind with rage. All I felt was Anger. STOP! I shouted to my drunk father who went stumbling backwards. He did not listen, he continued. "GET OFF OF ME", my mother shouted. I went to intervene, but as soon as I did, he swung on me. 

I am remembering hearing my mom scream again. I was staring at the stars laying down in the driveway. I know you probably do not understand why the cops are not here, why have not they been called. Well we live on the outskirts of town no neighbor's for at least 5 miles. I got up again and I braced myself for what was about to happen next. My mom was on the ground unconscious. I tried to wake her, but I could not. Her pulse was there but barley. I acted fast I grabbed my phone from my jacket pocket just to see that my screen had become cracked due to my father. I dialed 911 as fast as I could and as carefully as possible. The chips of glass from my phone cutting into my thumb." HELLO!" I yelled. " 911 what's the emergency". " I need and ambulance and the cops" Ok sir what's the address and what happened?" the dispatcher responded. " My My..." I paused I looked around to see where my father had gone. Then finally my eyes landed on him Lifeless on the ground. I could not remember how he had gotten there. Then it flashed, hit me straight in the chest when the realization washed over me like a wave crashing down. I Killed him. I killed my father. I had beat him to death and the icing on the cake. She had witnessed it all, Elizabeth saw everything. I do not know if she was just passing through going home seeing as she is the first neighbor within 5 miles or maybe she wanted to talk about tonight's earlier events. But none of that mattered she had witness me kill my father. I looked down and saw blood all over my hands. " SIR!? " the dispatcher yelled finally getting my attention. " My father was beating on my mother again" I said in what came out in an almost whisper. " The ... the address is 1021 Oakville Rd" I said and before I knew it all I could see was black again.

10hrs later....

I woke up cuffed surrounded by machines beeping. My one wrist was bandaged looks to be an awfully bad sprain. I searched the rest of myself and kicked off the sheets. All I could see was scrapes, cuts, and bruises everywhere. I cannot remember a single thing that had happened last night. Come to think of it my head is beyond killing me and these bright lights were not helping. After about ten minutes of me struggling to get out of the cuffs and yelling for a nurse an officer step inside my room. " That's enough! " the Male officer shouted. I stare at him lost and unsure of what to say. " What's going on? " I asked him He glared at me as if that was a serious question as if I was guilty and knew exactly why I was here. " Officer? Why am I cuffed?" He still glared at me. Finally, I snapped " I SAID WHAT HAPPENED? WHY AM I CUFFED AND IN A HOSPITAL BED?!"  Just as I did that a nurse came in and told me to sit back and calm down. " What Happened?" I asked again breathing ragged out of breath. My ribs hurt and it burned as I breathed. " You are in the hospital. " I know that, I responded. " But why? What happened? How did I manage to get here?" She stared at me. For a moment she must have thought I was kidding too. " You really don't remember what you did?" she questioned me. My eyes went Dark. David? She questioned. " Whose David?", A dark voice whispered. " Your name is David Michael Andrews " she answered almost as if it was a question. " My names not David, It's Noah." The stranger responded. " Officer, keep an eye on him, I'm to get one of our Psychiatrist's" the nurse spoke as she disappeared out the door.

3hrs later...

" Hello David", A strange women walked in. I am Dr. Rose and Head of Psychiatry. " Why are you here?" I responded. " Well David. Do you remember anything from last night?" she asked. " No ", I mumbled. " Well Last night you were at your friends place a party from what I was told. You walked home and as you got home you saw your father hitting your mother. " " Ok, that still doesn't explain why I am here, why am I handcuffed?" When you got there, it was bad we believed you blacked out when you confronted your father." OK and... I responded. " Your father is dead, you killed him " I chuckled your joking right. I may have defended myself, but I would not have been so stupid to kill him. " " I understand that information may be difficult to process" she said. I stared at this woman for a moment trying to remember last night. I needed to know if she was in fact telling me the truth. " Where is my mother?", I asked. " She is in the ICU”, The doctor responded. " But down to the reason I am here" She said. " I think you may have " DID". I chuckled. What the f**k is that? I questioned. " Well it's also known as multiple personality disorder but in today’s age we call it Dissociative identity disorder". She explained. How? I responded. " Earlier you said you name was Noah; you even spoke different darker and more proper" She answered. " Your nuts " I scoffed. " What else happened last night? " Your friend witnessed you beating your father to death." She said that she tried to yell your name, but you didn't respond, she ran to get help." Just then I zoned out I got flashes of last night. Elizabeth, I mumbled.