To Catch Your Fall | Heathoah

46. Epilogue

TW: Attempted rape, attempted incest, blood, violence

Heath

"So, any thoughts about Regionals yet?" I ask down the phone.

"Heath, we just got back from the bus. Try to have a rest for a bit. Plus, couldn't exactly tell you anyway. Would be unfair to the others." Noah replies.

"They don't have to know." Digging a hand into my right pocket, I pull out one of the house keys. "I'll have you know, I can be very quiet."

"Hm, quiet, right. Because you were so silent a few nights ago."

A blush passes over my face and I can't help but giggle. Oh shit, what is he reducing me to? 

Things between us have been great since that day. We spent the early hours of the morning cuddling, until Noah insisted we had to get up. (Not before he kissed the life out of me again.)

With packing up all our things, and the long bus-ride back, we haven't exactly done anything "date" like. But, I'm hoping we can in a few days. Not like a-troupe is doing anything else for the next month or so. Unless they have a Winter Showcase planned. 

We say a few more words to each-other, before I hang-up on my boyfriend. Is it normal to feel this giddy thinking about that at the age of 19?

I'm only inside for a few seconds, having gone to the kitchen to get a drink. When she burns that rush of love to a crisp.

"Ah good, you're finally back." Mom says, a glass of wine in-front of her. 

"Yeah, um...we won." Is all I say. 

"That's wonderful to hear." Her smile is like the Chesire Cat's, and it creeps the fuck out of me. "How about I give you something to celebrate?"

At first, I expect her to reach for another glass to pour for me. But then, I take in the length of the dress she has on and how she starts to unravel the strings of it. 

Oh fuck no! I am not doing that again. Not for the rest of my life!

"Have some dignity. I don't want you." I snap at her, stopping her in her tracks. She looks at me with startled, and hurt, eyes.

"But, I just want to reward-"

"If I wanted something like that, I'd go to my boyfriend. Not my own fucking mother!" 

At the mention of Noah, she grips tightly onto her glass. She's known for ages that I'm gay. Sure, I told her in the first place in the hopes that she'd stop her messed up nights of incest. Plus, she caught me here with multiple guys when I still invited them over. 

"Your what?!" 

And that...that is the last thing I remember any of us saying. There is a whirlwind of limbs and events, all tangled together in a disaster that suits this family perfectly. 

She jumps at me first, trying to strike me with her glass. Luckily, I dodge it, and try to retrain her. When my arms are around her though, she tries a different tactic. Disgust goes through me as she rubs herself on my crotch and I shove her away. 

Again and again, she attempts to do this. That is when the biggest gap in my memory occurred.

At one part, she pinned me to the countertop. The chopping-board was next to me, with the butcher's knife placed right on-top of it. 

It was in my grasp before I could think about it...

By the time I was done...I didn't recognise her. Though, I guess I haven't for years. 

I've been wearing a red t-shirt all day, so it's difficult to see it on the material. But, my black jeans look like I put them in a bucket of dye of the same colour...

Every part of me is shaking so much, that I'm barely able to move. Wiping the blood off my hands in the sink, I grab my phone once again.

"Hey love. Did you forget to-"

"Noah, I...I did something..."