The Red Doves

Chapter IV

The neck of a bottle of wine to her lips, the mother was sitting on the dirty couch of the apartment, drinking her anger. She would remember every second of this night : her daughter coming in, the fight they had between each other, Alan entering the house with no permission, then the two teens walking away from the house, leaving her alone in the living room.
She was now in the dark room of her apartment with nobody. Only the sound of the car passing by was making noise. The sound of the alcoholic liquid in the bottle was even more silent to her ears then the fly moving around the house. It was empty. Silent. The mother never felt this lonely for so long. She was feeling a little bad about this.
Walking to the bathroom after she dropped the bottle of red wine on the carpet of the living room, the world around her was turning. For the first time, the effect of the alcohol wasn't helping her felling better. Usually, she would drink to forget everything.
The first time she got drunk, it was at her 17th anniversary, on August 13, 1997. She was going through a breakup, the first of her life. The boy she felt in love with was loving another one secretly during a year. After that one time, she turned out drunk, really drunk, in 1999. It was a big party to a friend's house to celebrate the best summer of the year. She was drinking a little, then finished on the floor of the house, after at least 10 shooters of whiskey.
More the years passed, she fell in alcohol and even started smoking. She hated it so she was smoking one cigarette or two when things were going terribly bad. She stopped some years later, after she discovered she was pregnant of Suziky. It was one of the happiest day of her life, to have a little girl, a daughter. Someone to love. But the father was nothing more than a jerk who left her right when she told him the new.
Giving birth to Suziky on February 8, in 2002, nobody was here to celebrate it. No congratulations, not a smile from her parents. She was alone with the baby and the nurse. Back to the house, 3 days later, she took the chance to raise Suziky like a good mother. But it didn't work out as well as she thought.
The first days as a mother was ok but the pressure of work won against her happiness. The mother was getting more tired and she couldn't handle the crying of her own daughter. She felt that she wasn't good enough for her, bringing her down in a deep and bad depression.
Opening the little door of the drawer, she took a bucket of pills out and dropped 2 of them in her hands. She swallowed the pills at once before going back in the living room to sleep on the couch for the tenth time of the day. As she was about to sit, a knocking got her attention from the door. Wondering who it could be, she walked to the front door and unlocked it. When she opened it, blue and red lights were shinning in her parking.

- Miss Daichy I suppose? asked the police officer standing in front of the entrance.

- Hum... Excuse me but why are you here? said the mom without answering the officer's question.

- Miss Daichy, you're under arrest for harming and abusing your daughter of 19 years old, Suziky Daichy, continued the policeman while putting cuffs around the mother's wrist.

- Wait, what?!

- You have the right to stay silent. You'll be able to speak to defend yourself in front of the tribunal tomorrow morning. Now please follow me.

- You have no clue to do this! You can't take me! Let me go now!

Ignoring the old woman's screams, the police officer dragged Suziky's mother to the car who was waiting in front of the house. The mother was fighting to get rid of the man's hands but in vain. That night, she was going in prison.

. . .

In the police car, the mother was totally silent. The policeman was driving the car, also silent, looking right in front of him. He never brought his eyes once on her since they started rolling. He talked to her once but she never answered him so he gave up. As they were on the road, Suziky's mother looked outside the window. Seeing all the lights from the town was calming her down.
They were rolling on the Sidney Avenue to after that continue in the Fourth Street. She knew the way there; she already went there. When Suziky was around 3 years old, her mom fell in love with another man. It was a nice guy. Brown short hair, big green eyes, a little mustache. He asked the woman out one day and they got in a restaurant. They ate together, everything was fine.
When the time to pay came, her lover stood up and took a gun out before shooting everywhere in the room. Some people got shoot, but most of the couples and family got out before anything bad happened to them. The mom got surprised and scared. She tried to run away but the police were already coming in and they grabbed both of them. She ended in a cell for a week because they had to see if she was innocent. It wasn't the same for her ex-lover who got out only a year ago.
Because she was in her memories and stuff, she didn't hear the car approaching to the right of the one she was in. In a second, the automobile approaching crashed on the police car. This one was sent flying, 2 or 3 meters further. The hit broke the right windows of the victim car. A big hole was now in the two doors.
On the back seats, the mother was coughing, badly injured. As the blood was falling of her wounds, she tried to open the left door. After some time, she got out of the car after kicking the door. The woman took a look at the policeman and tried to wake him up. He wasn't moving but once she checked his pulse, she knew he was still alive, just passed out.
She walked away from the car who was smoking. After coughing two and three times, she took a look at the other car. The one who hit the police automobile was only cracked. The front lights were broken and the window was also in pieces. She took a look at the driving seat and saw that nobody was in. She first thought he escaped but as she was turning around, a person, a man, was standing in front of her.
The guy was wearing only black stuff. A mask was covering his face, dirty from the smoke and the grey dust. He was walking toward her without a word, slowly. The mother took some steps back. She then fell on the ground because of a big peace of metal, her hands landing on some shatter glass. With a little scream of pain, she looked back to the weird guy.
He was now at phew steps from her, one or two she guessed. Before telling anything the man kneeled in front her and took her chin between his long fingers.

- Are you scared to die? he asked in a low voice.

- I.. I don't think so.., she answered with a little stutter.

- Good, the man continued with the same low voice, with a bit of satisfaction though. It's going to be easier to kill you then.

As the man said this sentence, he took a knife out of his pocket and, with a fast move, sliced the mother's neck. With some convulsions, the woman's body fell on the shattered glass, her eyes rolling up in their orbits. The blood was flowing down her neck as fast as the tears were. The man stood back up and cleaned the bloody blade with his black jacket. He then started walking away like nothing happened as the two cars blew behind him blew up.