The Doctor Of East Hadena [MXM] [SERIAL KILLER] ✓

19 | LIKE WHAT?

TW: DEPICTIONS OF DOMESTIC ABUSE

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It was supposed to be the best day of my life.

My mom came into some money. I didn't know how, but this was quite rare for us. Usually, on the off chance our family earned anything, my father would spend it on alcohol and drugs. He also owed money to multiple people, and honestly...

If I didn't kill him, one of them probably would've.

Anyway, my mom had money that my dad didn't know about, and she decided to spend it on me. I was beyond ecstatic, since I couldn't remember the last time I had a proper meal. I couldn't remember the last time I'd done anything normal kids were supposed to do.

Martina took me to a fast food place, one that also had a playground. I'd never been to any kind of park before, so I spent a lot of time playing and generally feeling like a regular kid for once. When our food was ready, I couldn't believe the sheer amount of it. I'm sure it wasn't actually that much, but I wasn't used to seeing a full meal. I ate everything I was given.

We stayed in the fast food place for a while. I even played with other kids, and even though we didn't speak the same language, we made it work. That was the most fun I had, and I wanted it to never end. Unfortunately, it did. Unfortunately, we had to go back to our tent at some point.

We spent the whole day there, so despite the fact we originally went there for lunch, it was dark outside by the time we left. My mom held my hand as we walked back home, and I was happier than I'd ever been. I wouldn't stop talking about how much fun I had, and all she could do was smile at me.

Then, we got home, and he was waiting for us.

To this day, I'm not sure if I've ever felt a mood change as drastic as I did in that moment. I went from being on top of the world to just wanting to disappear, watching him stumble out of the tent, Martina hiding me behind herself.

None of our neighbors were around. They were all minding their business, because that's the only way you survive out here. It's not smart to get involved in other people's shitty lives. So, nobody was around, it was just myself and my parents.

Me, my trembling mother, and my livid father.

I don't know what he said to her. I never knew what he said to her, or to me, but I knew it was bad. I knew he was evil, I knew he hated us. When I'd look in his eyes, for as long as I could remember, all I'd see was evil, and rage, and venom. I never saw a heart. I never saw a soul.

That moment was no different. He was yelling at my mother before we even reached him, but I couldn't see him very well. Again, I was behind her. So, when she finally was right in front of him, I never saw it coming.

He rarely hit her with his fists, although it was never out of the question. He preferred to cause the maximum amount of pain, so he leaned towards objects. Usually glass. I'm sure he'd have done the same to me, if Martina wasn't so good at keeping me away from his wrath. I always had this feeling that she was taking hits meant for me, on top of everything he already did to her.