I Love You Psycho!

Nolans Childhood Part Two

Nolan awoke from his nightmare. Well some sort of nightmare and memory of his fucked up childhood. He shook his head to clear his mind and sighed. He realized he was still in his horrific home from his childhood. But as soon as the last dream flashback ended the new one came back. Another time. Another flashback. Another fucked up childhood story to be told. This time there was a loud noises come from downstairs, not happy pleasure sounds he’s heard before. These ones where more violent.

“Why?! Why can;t you just be a loving faithful husband?! I thought you loved me!” a female voice said, which Nolan realized was his mother Marys distinct voice.

“I did love you! But when we had that little bastard you never touched me! You focused more on him. I hated you! I still hate that thing we have to call our son!” the male voice said, Nolan assumed it was his fathers but he couldn’t remember cause not even a month after this fight his father left with a hooker. 

Nolan knew his father was talking about him. He knew what his father called him when he wasn’t in sight. He had heard it before. But now he understood what it meant. Me. He though. He hates me. Daddy hates me! Why though?! He started to tear up, repeating the same sentence in his head, “Daddy hates me”. 

“You cheated on me with a child, a child! You’re a monster”. Mary said almost yelling so loud the neighbors could hear.

More screaming. More tears. More yelling. More memories of a shitty childhood. 

Hearing as though there was no more yelling, a young Nolan hopped out of bed. An carefully tipped down the stairs. He noticed his mother sitting on the floor crying. His father gone to the local bar. 

“Mama?” young Nolan whispered.

He noticed his mother covered in bruises and messed up eyeliner and lipstick. Tears streaming down her face as she silently sobbed as she rocked her self. Mary didn’t notice Nolan, nor did she hear him. Now deaf from damage caused by domestic abuse. 

“Mama please don’t cry. Please don’t cry mama. It’s okay mama. I’m here mama. I’m here. Said a young Nolan. He shook her trying to get her attention, but she was lost in her mind. The more Nolan tried to get his mothers attention the more she slipped away. The boy new something was wrong with his mother. He shook even harder, but alas Mary was mentally gone. He rubbed her bruise gently and kissed her cheek. Crying, he snuggled up beside her and hid his face in her hair and cried repeating himself.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry mama, I’m sorry this is my fault, I didn’t mean to be born, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”  No answer back.

“I promise I will never do this to my future wife, I promise you mama, til the day we die”. He said with an angry face forming you could slowly see his soul change. 

This would be apart of it all. A reason he’d kill. A reason he’d hurt his wife.

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