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Part 4

(Zacks Pov:)

Brandon was pretty much anxious and felt bad for hitting his sister..

I mean that she freaked out and ran away is reasonable so I can understand that she was upset about it.

But Brandon just sat there.
Staring into the Void , Not knowing what to do.

I don't know him that way , I only know his tough "We only live once" side.
That little Rebell with Green hair and Ripped Clothes that styled his hair to a Mohawk.

I felt bad and didn't know what to do so I sat beside him.

His eyes where so empty.

Brandon looked to me.

"I don't understand myself why I freaked out and just hit her , it was as if someone else took control over me , I am scared that this will happen again.. what if I hurt someone seriously bad? I'm such a Monster Zack , I.. "

Brandon was tearing up.

Woah okay Now that's crazy seeing the master of rebellion crying , I am fully clueless...

I just wrapped one arm around him.

"We all make Mistakes man okay? It's Fine , sometimes we all get so hardly triggered that we suddenly black out and Boom! She must be Back soon , I mean at least she didn't go alone , Ethan is there to protect her and watch over her.."

He wiped away his tears.

"Man it's so weird crying in front of you , not that it's bad but I never show my true emotions to anyone , It's pathetic showing emotions as a tough guy.."

I smiled at him.

"That's what society wants us to believe , your feelings are valid no matter if tough or not.. ahhh I talk like a girl cheering up her Bestie"

We both laughed a little.

Suddenly I got a phone call.

Fuck it's Dad...

I picked up and walked a bit away to have some distance between me and Brandon so he can't listen to what my dickhead father has to say..

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?! YOU HAVEN'T BEEN AT HOME FOR AT LEAST 3 DAYS"

I fucking hate my family , he shouldn't expect me to do shit.

"None of your Business Dickhead" I said.

I know he is about to explode but whatever , I am old enough to care for myself , I am fucking 20 , not a teen nor a child.

"I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DONT COME HOME TODAY I WILL CALL THE COPS ON YOU AND FUCKING RIP YOUR ASS TWICE IT'S SIZE"

I can't deal with this man.

"Fine see ya later."

Then I hung up the call.

Brandon looked at me.

"Your Father?"

I nod but didn't say anything.

I am super pissed.

It would be better if my Parents would die.

I hugged Brandon.

" I have to come home" I said.

He understood and nod.

Then he layed something in my hand.

It was a switchblade.

"To protect yourself you know.." he said.

I fist bumped him and then left his front porch.

I was walking for a while.

My body was producing high adrenaline , as If something bad is about to happen.

My Heart was Racing.

Then I arrived.

I slowly opened the door.

My dad was already standing there and I jumped up for a second.

"OKAY NOW LISTEN HERE YOU FUCKING PATHETIC CHILD"
He grabbed me on my hair and pushed me to the ground.

He tried to beat me up but I was luckily able to dodge it.

Then I stood up and took my switch blade and stabbed it inside his fucking stomach.

He screamed and fell to the ground.

I stabbed inside him multiple times.

In his stomach , his throat , his face , I even cut his dick off and put it inside his mouth.

He ended up getting stabbed 69 times.

Then I just realized what I did.

I fucking killed someone.

I felt dizzy and numb. I don't know why I just stabbed him , it just felt right to do so.

I walked into the Living room , covered in blood.

My Mom looked at me.

"Wh..what did just happened..?"

I smiled at her.

" Nothing to worry about"

I walked over to her.

Her Pupils where giant due to XTC.

I fucking couldn't resist my Rage and started to stab her too.

The knife in and out.

It felt so Good trying Killing both people that abused me for Years.

Pure adrenaline was in my veins.

"NO PLEASE PLEASE HAVE MERCY , DONT KILL ME ZACK , PLEASE NO PLEASE!!!!" she screamed.

I stopped for a second.

She cried.

"I am so sorry that I was such a bad mother all those years ..."

She struggled to talk through the pain she had and she basically was bleeding out.

"I could've done better , you deserve better. I.. hear me out okay?"

She stills struggled.

"When I got pregnant with you I was 12 , I basically got robbed from my childhood and ... I couldn't.. Deal with that well... , Your Father was raping me back then when he was 20 , He 24/7 filled and pumped me up with drugs , to a point where I got addicted myself..."

I started to cry.

She gently smiled at me.

"Even if I never showed you that... Deep down I love you and I always will even if I don't know how to show  you the best .."

Her Gaze got weaker and weaker as if she is about to die.

"I will watch over you when I die , my spirit will guide your ways..."

Then she closed her eyes and stopped to breathe.

I just stood there. I felt completely empty  , not knowing what to do , I killed two people. One person who even had the change to become a better person.. and I just.. killed her... Out of Rage ... Because of my traumatic experiences in childhood...

I started to break down crying.

I wasn't sure what to do or what to say.

My hands where shaking.

I hugged the corpse of my mother , sobbing more and more

"I'm so so sorry.. I wish I could've get my feelings under control"  I whispered.