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Chapter two to my story- A life of clay
The week is up. I don't know if I should be glad or terrified. No one else is home when Mother walks in. She seems un-happy. I am watching her from the closets floor. I sit cross legged in the closet, the door lays open. She sees me and grins.
"Hello Zander," She says, "Would you come over here?" I look at the bottle in her hand. She is drunk, no doubt. I don't like her when she's drunk. I don't move. I'm 14, and terrified. Ha, maybe I'll name my book that when I grow-up. "ZANDER!" She yells angrily. I reluctantly stand, hoping she isn't as drunk as I am making her out to be. I look up at that tall woman.
"Yes mother?" I say in a very small voice. Her breath is so thick with alcohol it makes me ill.
"Yes mother." She echo's in a mimicking tone."Don't yes mother me. Look at this place." She gestures to the room, its spotless. Except for a sock I forgot to grab and wash with the other laundry.
"S-sorry." I stutter. And she mocks me once more. I flinch, so she slaps me down. When I don't get up she yells at me, then lifts me up by my throat. I try to pry her hand off, my nails dig deep into her soft skin. It just makes her squeeze tighter. My face feels like it'll explode. My lungs, they are burning in the lack of oxygen. Her grip loosens when her hears a key turning in the lock. She drops me and I scurry to pick the sock up. I didn't notice that she had locked the door behind her. How stupid of me. She always does, that way if she is hurting me, she has some time before they come in. It takes a good five to ten minutes because the lock always gets stuck. Or the key refuses to come out, or go in.
She glares at me and tells me in a quiet voice. "Go to your room." So I scurry out of the room and into mine. I hear the girls screaming. I can see them hugging her, and jumping up and down as she gives them the gifts she bought for them in paris. Delicate little fabrics. New patters, candles, candy, toys, whatever she sees and decides to get for them. I love watching them open the presents and scream or yip in joy. She makes them so very happy. I sit sadly down on the bed, and rub my throat. I wish she would just see me as a human, not a punching bag or a vacuum. I sigh, I hear dad talking.
"We're rich and we're still to cheap to get a new door!" He says and starts laughing.
"Thats a very old, very antique door. What we need is a new door handle." Kandy says.
"No, we don't need a new door or a new handle. I like the old ones." Mother says.
"Hey, wheres Z?" Cynthia says.
"In his room." I think it was mom who said that. But I'm not sure. It was real quiet like. I can hear some one walking down the hall and up the stairs to my room. Loud walker, its mom or dad.
I am personally hoping that I am wrong. that it is Cynthia or Kandy. I listen very hard. I can hear Cynthia and Kandy... and.... dad. Mom was come up the stairs. And my room was a mess of unfolded clean clothes. All over the place in baskets on my desk. And the laptop dad bought me when I threatened to tell on him two days ago. I jumped up and scurried around. I wasn't really going to tell. I had just been so upset and angry and then I just yelled at him and ran into my room, got dressed, and jumped out of my window onto the girls trampoline. The girls had gone to another party. this time a b-day party at a roller rink then spent the night at Lilianne's. I shoved it all in my very clean and empty closet. I never use that thing. Its the smallest and its a walk in! She walked in right as I sat down on my bed. She looked upset. She pointed down stairs, and when I got up and headed for the door she grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back.
"If you tell any of them who gave you the bruise on your throat. I will kill you. Got it you little f*****t?" She whispers. I nod, and she releases my arm. I sigh and walk to the stairs, then accidentally trip on my untied shoe lace, and fall down three of the stairs.
"Ow." I say and get up. I see Mother glaring at me from the corner of my eye, and get up and hurry down the rest of the stairs. I wonder if any one else saw the glare. I think almost out loud. Cynthia smiles and is about to slug me in the arm. She gasps.
"Z, your neck! What happened?!" Cynthia says, Kandy is to shocked, so Cynthia actually finishes her own sentence. Kandy... why was she so surprised? She is she looking at mother like she knows some thing no one else does. I think. The look was there for only a moment, then it was gone.
"Oh, I was street fighting with a friend out back while you three were gone. We got a bit carried away." Mother smiled so faintly no one but me sees it.
"Oh, jesus! That is a dark bruise. What was this boys name?" Mother says, almost like she cares.
"Just one of my friends from the bowing club."
"Oh..... yeah... coarse." Kandy says.
"So, aren't you two excited to see what mom got you?" I ask happily. Trying to ignore my mothers hot stare. And then like every one had forced themselves to forget about the bruise, every one was happy again.
"Of coarse"
"We are!" They say. My mother loves it when they finish each others sentences. At least they can please her.
"Hey, I just realized you didn't get Zander any thing, Dolores." Dad says, and mother gives nothing but an awkward silence.
"I did.... just one moment." She says, breaking her own trance of silence. "I want to see if the girl like theirs fist, I mean first." She says, still trying to hide the fact that she is very much under the influence. It takes a lot to get her, and keep her drunk. Looking at her eyes, she wasn't as drunk any more.
The girls tear happily into their presents, and shriek in joy. I love the look on their faces. French chocolates, a ring, and beautiful green fabric for Kandy. A guitar for Cynthia. The two jump up and hug mother.
"Oh, I almost forgot," She reaches into her bag, and for a moment I feel a glimmer of excitement. "this is for you, babe." She hands an expertly wrapped present to dad. He smiles, and opens it. Unlike the girls he doesn't shriek in joy at the new wrench set. But I can tell he is very happy.
"Aw, just what I wanted, thank you love." He doesn't kiss her, he knows she been drinking. He has the nose of an elephant. Or is it a fox? I don't remember. He hugs her, and kisses her cheek.
Every one is silent, looking at mother. Mother is starting to feel uncomfortable. She gets angry when she's uncomfortable. I get up, and walk up stairs.
"Z? Where are you going?" Kandy asks.
"I just realized I still have clothes in my room to fold." I yell down stairs.
"Oh." She says it quietly, but I can still hear her. I am used to feeling disappointed with Mother. I didn't expect any thing but a good beating, an occasional threat, happy smiles given to the girls and fake words from her. I pull the clothes from my closet and start to fold them, putting them in separate piles. Sudden, like a tornado, the words mother spoke to me pop into my head. It makes me jump slightly.
f*****t. That word keeps repeating. Maybe she's right. Maybe I am homosexual... But... I guess I am. I never really thought about it. But the only person that ever kisses me.. is.....
"Oh shut up you stupid mind!" I whisper aloud to my self. You've never had a girl friend. My mind points out.
"So? That doesn't mean any thing." I continue to talk to my self in a low inaudible tone. And you couldn't stop thinking about Tony after you saw him last.
"I always think about who Kandy and Cynthia are going out with. Pointing out their flaws and ways they could do better." I say. Its true, I always think about the ones Kandy go out with. She has horrid taste. And Tony had been in jail three times.
Last time you saw him, he wasn't with Kandy. they could of broken up, and you'd still be thinking about him.
"Wheres the off button?" I say, then laugh. "Why am I having a conversation with my self?"
I can hear people talking down stairs. But I didn't feel like eavesdropping. I didn't really feel like folding laundry either.
The next day...
I have a headache from hell. My head always hurts when something to do with mother is going to happen. Some thing bad. I was right. The girls left for a week end spa get away with Mia and Lilianne. And dad had a business trip all weekend. Mother didn't have any thing to do over the weekend, and neither did I. Dad walks into my room.
"Hey bud. Are you sure you don't want to go with me? You'll probably just hang out in a five star hotel all week end, but, hey, you get room service and massages and stuff. Its actually quite fun." His hand is on my should, and he squeezes. I shrug it off, and say, "No, I'll stay home. I'd rather clean the house." Mother went to the store, since we had ate all of the food over the week. The girls had just left for the spa. I know, despite that I hadn't left my room all day. I was in a bit of shock. Mia had come up stairs and started to talk to me. Then boom, she kissed me.
I just stood there, blinking like a idiot. When she pulled away, I still just stood there and blinked.
"I'll miss ya, Z, while I'm gone." She said and winked.
"Uh, see you on monday." I said, pushed her out of my room, and slammed the door. I then sat on my bed, and haven't moved since. I truthfully couldn't stop thinking about that kiss. Her lips were soft, her cherry chap stick, and I had actually kissed back, sorta any way. She had kissed me, and I had actually welcomed it, so ha-ha mind. I had thought almost immediately.
"Are you sure, Zander?" Dad says, interrupting my thoughts about the kiss.
"Hmm, oh, yeah, I'm sure I'd rather stay here and clean."
"But... Never mind. Your so stubborn." He says, not meaning it the way most people would of taken it. He grabs my arm, and pulls me close to him, then kisses me. But surprisingly, I didn't care. I was still a bit high off of Mia's kiss. Dad ended the kiss slowly, reluctantly. By the time he ended it, I was struggling for breath. I was catching a cold, so my nose was very stuffy, and I couldn't breath through it much. Dad smiled, and left. Leaving me to go into the bathroom across the hall from me, and brush my teeth and rinse my mouth out three hundred times.
I was still smiling to my self about Mia. I don't know when mom came home and put the groceries away. I don't know when she came up stairs, and found me. I don't even remember what I just said to her. Oh no, I was just talking to her, and she's mad! I think.
She grabs my arms and shakes me. telling me to repeat myself, if I dare.
"I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-sorry mom! I f-f-f-forgot! I promise it w-w-w-wont' h-a-a-a-appen a-a-a-again!" I stutter. She growls, and drags me to the bathroom by my nose ring.
"You know something. I am tired of you're bull s**t!" She says and slams my face against the toilet's bowel. She is so strong, and so angry.
"I wish that you hadn't of been born you little fagot whore!" She yells. "And since I brought you into this world after twenty hours, I can take you out of it." She has ahold of my shirt, and looks so scary.
"I'm sorry!" I whimper. She sends me head first into the wall. I wish that I loose consciousness, soon. I don't. She lifts me up and throws me into the bathtubs wall. Warm blood flows into my eyes, but I still feel cold all over. I can't see what she is doing, but I hear screws breaking away from the bathrooms wooden wall.
The next thing I know boom, she breaks the wooden towel bar across my chest. With the splintery spear, she stabs it into my thigh. I scream, and crawl away from her. I don't know how I got to be facing the hall, but I was. And I was very happy about it. She grabbed me by the ankle, flipped me over. I cleared the blood from my eyes, looking at her, she was insane, completely insane. She stabs my arm, I cry out. But my voice falls quiet. She grabs my short hair and sits on my chest. I can't breath, and she starts waking my head against the floor. I try to speak, to scream, to make a noise that would save me. But her body seems to weigh six thousand pounds. She's going to kill me, she's serious this time. I realize. I think I hear the door bell. But I am probably wrong. The pounding stops, and I can suddenly breath again.
A few moments later I hear mother speaking to some one.I couldn't make it all out, but I gathered some.
"Hi Ms./?/"asw21 I th/1223 I heard ?/w/231 and a scre., Are you .afje'?"
"I'm fine, I was watching a horror m'//? and I /.'??ka"
"Why /.,[/. bloo..; on .sjie?"
"Meat, i was tende.'.l. meat."
"Oh .,o;s?lo. Goodbye th;.,.,l"
"Good bye, Ms.Finchy." Mother says and slams the door. I am trying to move back, back into my room, to call for help, to do any thing, some thing to save my self. I move slowly back ward I am at the window when she pulls me back.
I try saying sorry, or help or some thing, but she covers my mouth when I open it. She must of stopped to get the thing in her hand, because I am sure she didn't have a meat tenderizer before. Or maybe its a hammer, I really can't tell. It could be tongs. She smashes the thing against my left shoulder. I hear nothing but the cracking and feel nothing but searing blood lusted pain. I don't know what I am doing, but I know, if I don't my body will be at the bottom of Idaho creek lake. With my good arm, I punch her and grab the object from her, then scurry away. But she is only fazed by the punch for a moment, and she yanks her weapon back, along with me. She smashes it across my other arm in three different places. I feel for some thing, any thing to defend my self. But All I can find is a cell phone. What is Kandy's cell doing in my room? I think, then realize she knew that some thing bad was going to happen this weekend. Thats why Mia was in here. I remember her doing some thing right after she kissed me.
Mother is to strong, tho, I can't get away. Maybe if I could just get to the closet, I could get into the attic and call the police. She grabs my hair, and smashes my face against the wall. I hear my nose crack. She slams it again. Once, twice, thrice, what comes after three... five? No, four, now five. She stops and smashes my other leg by pulling the dresser down on top of it. I'm pinned now. I'll never get away by this time tomorrow, she'll be having whine with some stranger in Japan. And I'll be at the bottom of a lake some where. She gets up for a moment, and grabs the handcuffs from my desk drawer. They are the real deal, i found them at Idaho creek lake, on a dive in the lake. Along with the biggest fish I had ever seen. She drags me out from under the dresser, my leg is six times larger than normal. She pushes me down the stairs. Then down the into the basement. I always hated the boiler room, it frightened me. Its also a dead spot, so even if vernison fulfills its promise, I'll be chained up, or she'll see the cell. I see a crow bar, ad try to reach it while she is distracted. But its just out of my grasp, and I can't unbend my arm any more, or I might scream.
She sees me reaching for the bar, and picks it up.
"You filthy little whore! You do that to me?" She asks, but I feel very confused.
"What? Please, mommy, tell me why your so mad at me?" I say with a sob of pain.
"Because I saw him kiss you! last year, before I left, I saw him kiss you."
"Who?"
"Don't act like you don't know, you disgusting f*****t slut!" She smashed the bar across my ribs, then every thing goes dark. When i wake up, she is no where to be found, and I am chained by my left hand to a bar.
 demon strait outta_hell · Fri Jul 04, 2008 @ 10:19pm · 1 Comments |
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