Tell Me Where We Go From Here

Chapter One

Gerard was sadistic to say the least. Everything in his life revolved around his sadistic tendencies. If we're being honest here, he was a killer. He killed people; surprisingly  this type of thing wasn't quite... enough.

He had been killing since he was sixteen. The first time, he had killed his father. How could someone do such a thing? How could you ever kill someone, let alone a family member?

It all started out on a day like any other. Gerard got home from school; stepping inside the house putting his coat on the rack. He slipped his shoes off starting down the hall, that all too familiar smell of alcohol and much too familiar sound of his father's voice came from the living room. Hatred; boiling hatred was all Gerard felt for his "father" anymore. The words that came out of his mouth only made Gerard stop and cringe.

"Boy, get in here." Gerard let out a shaky sigh and walked into the doorway of the living room. "Yes..." his father's gaze could kill especially if he was drunk; which was the majority of the time. That was his father's tragic flaw. He was an alcoholic. A bad one at that. He was an angry drunk, out of all the drunks he was angry, mean, down right evil. Evil was in no way an exaggeration. Really it may have been an understatement.

Gerard wished he knew what was going through his father's head when he hit his mom. Its been this way for as long as he could remember. Sure he had been hit plenty of times by his dad. But not nearly as many as his mom. His mother got hit by him on a regular basis; makeup could only hide so much. She didn't want Gerard knowing how bad she was hurt, she tried to hide it from him. She didn't know Gerard could hear her screams and pleas over his music trying to block it all out.

"Where's your mother?" Gerard looked up at his dad in his chair, beer can in hand. "I'm not sure.. she left to get groceries this morning." Gerard hoped she'd run away to get help from all this shit. He'd gladly take the beatings for someone he loved. His father didn't look too happy with his answer. Gerard waited for the yelling as he stared down at his feet. But it never came.. that's when he realized his dad was walking towards him.

Gerard coward back a bit and swallowed hard preparing himself for the blow. His stomach was first, one hit to his stomach and he doubled over holding it. That's when the front door opened. Gerard tried his best to stand up straight and show no pain as he looked over to who had just walked in. It was his mother holding two grocery bags in each hand her face an immediate frown at the sight. She knew what was going on. She spoke up her eyes meeting Gerard's. "Sweetie would you get the rest of the groceries out of the car? Your father and I need to chat." Gerard let out a shaky sigh and nodded heading outside knowing all too well what was to come next.

It was no surprise when Gerard had been up in the middle of the night getting a glass of water when he caught his mom walking- more like limping down the hall. When his mother and his eyes met their frowns were equally shared. One of her eyes were very swollen along with the side of her face. Gerard found himself clenching his fist and gritting his teeth; he'd never hit her face this bad before. Then again it looked like her whole body was beat pretty bad.

That was the last straw. That's what had made him just snap. His mom kept trying to assure him that she was alright, but Gerard wasn't having any of it. He completely ignored her words as he felt pure madness pump through his veins. He saw her get an ice pack out of the freezer and he froze his eyes meeting hers. He tried to ask in the calmest voice he could. "What's he doing now?" She looked at Gerard blankly and answered "sleeping." She turned picking up some paper towels to wrap around the ice pack.

Gerard took that as a chance to grab the biggest knife from the knife stand quietly. All he saw was red. Almost zombie-like and he could no longer hear that voice in the back of his head telling him to stop. He was so pissed and over everything at this point. He padded down the hallway and turned to his parents room stepping inside seeing his drunk father passed out on the bed. He had enough health class to know exactly where his heart was. Using pure adrenaline and every thought of his father he lifted the knife up with two hands his fingers securely wrapped around the handle.