Kill Kill -- CR

010

Chandler's POV

One knock. A soft pound on the thick wood door was all it took to get the woman to attention. To get her to let me in, offer a drink, to stare at me, nervously shaking her knee as I sat across from her.

Dorace.

Most kids call their mother something else, but I prefer Dorace. I refrain from other names.

"They'd informed me of your es- release," Her blue eyes shifted nervously under my glare. "I honestly didn't believe them."

"Believe it, bitch," I scoffed, resting my elbows on my knees and leaning forward. "What are you afraid of, mother?"

"Dying. You. Are you here to kill me, Chandler?" There were now tears pooling in her eyes, but I didn't feel an ounce of guilt after what this woman's done to me.

I sighed, tapping my knee impatiently. Her stupidity was beginning to annoy me. God, I could kill her now, be done with it all..

"Not just yet. But you can't fucking imagine how much I want to." I sighed honestly.

Standing up, I shuffled down the decorated corridor that led to my room. The door creaked open, revealing my skeleton of a room. A bookshelf with no books. A mattress bearing no sheets. The closet door ajar, hangers lined up but holding no clothing. A desk with only a box on top of it. A nearly empty box, holding my only clothes.

A black hoodie, blue jeans, and gray socks. I layered the hoodie over my grey sweater from the facility, and exchanged the grey fabric pants for the much more durable jeans. Changed my socks, then slipped the plain black shoes I'd been wearing back onto my feet.

Without saying a word to Dorace, I left the house, a backpack over my shoulder carrying my only belongings.

A photo of my sister and a semi-automatic handgun.

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