The Life Of Andrés De Fonollosa

Finally freedom?

„Hurry up!", Sergio shouted to Andrés.„Well, if you had hurried up before I wouldn't have to rush now!" Andrés shouted back with an annoyed tone. Both seventeen year old young men were robbing an auction house but they had miscalculated the time they had needed for it. It was Sergio's fault. When it came to actually physically robbing something he was weak, slow and pathetic. But there for he was an absolute genius when it came to using the computer and other electronic equipment and of course all the planning for the robberies.

The last seconds they had left, before the security guards would come back from their round walk, Andrés finely managed to unlock the door. They quickly ran out. A lovely, cool breeze hit their faces. They both took a deep breath before running of to the car, where their mother was waiting for them impatiently.
As they arrived they quickly got into the car and their mother spend away.

„Have you got it?" She ask looking in the mirror at them. Sergio smiled and replied happily:„Yes we got it!" He then looked at Andrés, laughed and shouted full of joy:„We did it Andrés, we made it". Sergio couldn't stop laughing. Andrés on the other hand stayed quiet. He did smile slightly, when Sergio was screaming out of joy. Andrés knew that his mother was going to sell what they had just stolen and with the money she would buy cigarettes, alcohol and maybe even drugs. She never used the money properly. The only good thing she ever managed to buy was a rusty old car.

Since the death of Jesús, his mother got very depressed and started drinking. About a week later she started blaming Andrés for the murder of her ex. He didn't understand why she would do that, since he wasn't the one who had killed her ex. He wasn't even there when Jesús died.
About two weeks later she started beating Andrés. Every time she was angry, drunk or even high she would let all her anger out on him by punching, slapping and kicking him.
After a while, she would start to shout at him and force him to admit killing Jesús which he did, only for his mother to stop the beating.
She would then march off leaving Andrés, in pain, on the cold, dirty floor.
In more extreme cases he would be screaming, crying and coughing blood and begging his mother to stop, but she never did. She loved seeing Andrés in absolute agony.

Sergio had no idea about all of this and Andrés wanted to keep it like that. He knew Sergio had lost his father and really suffered from it, so he didn't want him losing his mother too.

As they arrived at the run down, small apartment, their mother let them out and drove of to sell, what they had just stolen.

As the sun set and the darkness took over, Sergio decided to go out, to  meet up with his friends. Their mother still hadn't returned and Andrés was pretty sure she was going to be drunk when she returns home.

Andrés was all alone in the house and he didn't know what to do with himself, so he just sat on his bed reading a book, when he noticed the presence of his mother in the house. He heard clattering and then loud cursing from his mother.
He always hated people who cursed. There was so much vocabulary one could use but some people decided to limit their vocabulary with vulgar words.

His mother started shouting his name angrily. Andrés winced and and without noticing it, he crawled to the back of his bed.
His mother stormed in the room, spotted him and started marching up to him.
In her right hand she held a small knife. Andrés' eyes widened as he saw the sliver weapon.
His mother was definitely drunk and most likely high too. She smiled at him in a very crazy and scary way and said teasingly:„Oh Andrés, you have been a very, very naughty boy!".

Andrés couldn't escape. His back was up against the hard wall.
His mother screamed loudly, as if she was about to fight in a battle, and ran up to the side of the bed. She punched him in the face and then pushed him of the bed. Andrés just managed to land on his legs.

His mother stormed up to him again. This time she slapped him. Holding the knife up in the air, she shouted:„You killed Joseph! It's all your fault! Why, why did you kill him?"

Andrés couldn't hold back his tears anymore. He quietly said to his mother:„Please mother. I didn't to anything!" His mother laughed and said full of hate:„You lying, disrespectful little brat!"
She then grabbed his arm, lifted her hand up and sliced him with the knife. Andrés screamed. It was a deep cut and the blood was rapidly staining his white t-shirt.

His mother sliced him again. This time across his stomach. Andrés screamed again. It hurt so much and he didn't know what to do. As his mother was about to cut him again he grabbed the knife and ripped it out of her hand.

„Stop mother! Please," Andrés shouted but his mother replied annoyed:„No Andrés! You deserve to be punished for everything you did."

Andrés knew he had to do something. He had to stop her.
His mother was going to far and he couldn't take it anymore. 

"I said stop!", Andrés shouted. He held the knife in his hand tightly, looked at his mother and shoved the sharp weapon in her heart.

Andrés' mother stopped shouting. She gasped as she looked down. Andrés sank to the floor as his mother looked down at him. Andrés would never forget the disappointed and hurt look she gave him.
She grabbed the knife that was rammed in her heart by her own son and ripped it out, whilst coughing blood

She said weakly to Andrés:„ You psychopath. How could you do this to your mother. I am so disappointed in you. My biggest mistake was having you, you pathetic runt."
She collapsed on the floor, her blood slowly spreading on the dirty floor, soaking her clothes. Andrés looked at his mother's lifeless body. He whipped away a tear, which had fallen down his cheek.
Why should he care if she died. She was an awful person and deserved it.

Andrés felt relieved in a way. There was no one, who could hurt him now.„Rott in hell mother!"he said, now with a slight smile. He dropped the knife and held his hand against his wound.

‚Oh my god. Sergio is coming back soon. What will he think? Will I have to go to prison?', Andrés suddenly thought. He then said out loud:„No! I am not going to prison. It has to look like a suicide."

He rushed to the bathroom with a new t-shirt. As he took his t-shirt off, he noticed just how deep the cuts where. Andrés grabbed a wet cloth and started washing the blood of his body. He then bandaged his wounds and put on a new shirt. No one needed to know who had cut him.

Andrés cleaned the handle of the knife, just in case his fingerprint was on it. Slowly he placed the knife into his mother's hand.

He whipped his forehead and decided to write a letter with his mother's handwriting confirming it was a suicide.
He was excellent at coping people's handwriting and signature.

After he had finished he sat down next to his mother and pretended to cry.

Andrés was a very good at acting. He needed to look sad and managed to do it perfectly.

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Sergio waved goodbye to his friends as he started to walk back home. He loved hanging out with his friends but he also liked staying at home with his brother and mother.

As he arrived home he walked in the living room. Well it was just a small room with a table and three chairs.

Sergio immediately knew something was wrong. Usually his mother would be cooking something for him.
He walked up to the stove and noticed it was cold.

He shouted for his mother but there was no response.
What has happened?

He slowly walked up the small stairs where he, his brother and his mother slept.

As he was walking through the corridor he heard sobbing.
„Andrès, are you there?”, Sergio carefully asked. He approached Andrés' room and saw through a gap in the door his brother slouched down on the floor, crying.

Sergio instantly pushed the door open to get a closer look at Andrés when he saw a dead body lying on the floor and blood everywhere.
As he recognised who it was, he collapsed next to his brother on the floor, screaming and crying.

Both of them where lying in their mothers blood. One of them was devastated while the other one was just faking it all. But both of them where wandering how life would go on without someone to look after them.