Mom part.2

Mom?

part2

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Whenever my mother and I would hangout, she would seem sad or lonely somehow. I tried to ask her sometimes what was bothering her, but then she wouldn't answer or say nothing, then when ever I tried to ask her how she has been or where she has been living all this time, she would mostly dodge any question about her and then would just change the subject and have a big smile after. I tried many times to follow her where she was going, but everytime she caught me and I would never even see what direction she was headed. One time I was able to follow her, but then she disappeared on a corner and then I lost track of her, it’s like she vanished.

Since I was hanging out with my mother a lot, my father would ask me where I was or what I was doing outside for so long. My father drinks a lot and smokes so I always try to find a way to stay out of the house, because he usually gets mad at me for nothing. I would tell him about mom, but my father is very sensitive about that topic so he would usually get mad at me and another thing is that, one of my mother's wishes was to not tell him that I'm hanging out with her. Because many times a day I would stay outside until midnight. My father started to realise that I was going somewhere since I didn't come to dinner many times. One time my father was so drunk that when I came back home one evening, he almost hit me with a glass bottle and a chair because he thought I was a thief, but thankfully I got out of the house before he did that to me. I am used to him getting mad at me and yelling at me when he is drunk, but I’m starting to think that even that is too much for me to take care of.

Our house is a mess and always smells like beer, smoke and like garbage. All the food we always eat comes from my father's work or then just fast food. You see he works at a restaurant and he sometimes brings food from there, but aside from that we never really had a good father and son relationship so I didn't care and I had other things to do, like study, hang out with friends or just be on the phone.

A month later right before my birthday I tried to ask him if he had seen mom around at all. My father looked me dead in the eye and said “Of course not son, why would I”. Then I accidentally responded “WHY don’t you care about her anymore, that’s why she visits me!” My father looked angry and when I realised what I said, I shut my mouth and ran into my room. He started banning on my door and asked “How did you see her?” “WHere did you see her?” “WHEN DID YOU SEE HER!?” Every time he asked me a question he started yelling more and more louder. I answered back angrily to him that “Well she came to meet me since she doesn’t wanna know an assh#le like you I guess.” I yelled at him and then he started bangging on the door more and asked me to come out. He calmed down a minute later and responded the coldest way and said to me “Listen, when you were seven years old I locked your mom away because she wasn’t behaving and the thing is, I actually killed her 5 years ago..”

I felt so sick and ill that I asked him “you have to be joking with me dad, so you saying that you both divorced was all a lie to cover up you murder you did?”. Before he could answer I took my bag and I opened the window on my room and escaped outside as quickly as possible. I started running full speed far away from the place I was living for 14 years. I just kept running and running without looking back and then hid under a pile of boxes. I could hear him yell for me and ask me to come out, but I didn't. I was so out of breath that I almost wanted to faint, the fear I had at the moment was too overwhelming. Thankfully he went the opposite way where I was and I could rest at ease for a while. I slept under the pile of boxes and tried to look if my “father” was still there. I called the police and told them where I was, soon they arrived and helped me get to the police station and then thay asked me a lot of questions. I told them all about my father and answered their questions, before I knew it he arrived at the police station and asked me if that was my father. Since I was so disgusted by him I couldn’t look him fully in the eyes, but I saw his smirk and I knew that it was him, he had this blood thirsty smirk

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