CinderEddie

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, lived a young boy by the age of 8. He had an active imagination and loved to draw. His mother would always compliment him on his artwork, making the boy grin. He had a close relationship with his mother, but not so much with his father. See, his father was a busy man and he never had time for the boy. This made the boy very sad, but he always got over it when his mother played with him.

    The boy's name was Eddie.

    Then one day, tragedy happened. It was a very painful day for Eddie. Father had just called mother to tell her that he wouldn't get back until late the next day. When mother heard this, she jumped for joy. She told Eddie that she would be back in a few hours and left to go to a bar. Father would not be pleased, but mother wasn't worried. He would never find out.

    Eddie didn't like being home alone. The house creaked and the wind howled, making him uneasy. To top it off, he had not been fed yet and was starving. How could his mother forget to feed him? She never forgot! Eddie wished that she were there, cheering him up. But she wasn't, she was out drinking.

    Later that night, Eddie heard the front door open. He ran towards it, excited to see his mother again, but stopped dead in his tracks. Mother was there all right, but so was a man that Eddie had never seen before. Mother held the door open for him and he stumbled in. Both of them were drunk.

    Ignoring Eddie, the two of them made their way upstairs. Eddie just watched silently as they slammed the door to the guest room shut. As soon as it had, moans could be heard, making Eddie scared. What was that man doing to mother? Why were they moaning? What was all of the crashing and screaming? Why was mother crying out "faster, Larry.....*moan*.....ah! Harder Larry!" every now and then?

    Eddie cowered in the corner of the living room, frightened of the noises. He didn't understand anything about what was happening.

    About 20 minutes later, the front door opened again. It was father. His boss had canceled and let everyone out early, so he went straight home. He didn't expect to find Eddie crying in the corner.

    "What's wrong, son?" Father asked, crouching in front of the child. Eddie just pointed upstairs. That's when he heard the noises. He just stared at the stairs for a moment before he grew angry, really angry. He was also hurt. He had thought that his wife was faithful, but that was obviously not the case. Father stormed upstairs and crashed the door open. Mother screamed and the man she was with stood in front of her protectively. Father didn't hesitate to wrap his hands around the man's neck, cutting off his breath.

    "Phillip, stop!" Mother yelled at father. He refused to stop, though. When the man finally stopped breathing, he threw him to the side.

    "What were you doing?! Why were you fucking that guy?!" Father shouted with so much rage, Satan would be jealous. Mother didn't answer and ran out of the room. Father caught her by the arm as she reached the front door. Eddie watched in terror as his father plunged a knife through his mother's chest, then another one through her neck. He tossed her to the side and looked at Eddie, who was staring at him in fear.

    He just witnessed his father murder his mom.

    Father grabbed Eddie and ran out of the house. He got in his car and drove for hours. They only took a few breaks for food and the bathroom. He kept driving until he was out of the kingdom. Then they stopped in a hotel. Once they settled in, father explained to Eddie that he only did what he did because mother had a demon trapped inside her and she was already gone. He had to kill the demon or it would have killed them.

    Eddie had believed him at the time. He believed that his mother had been possessed and that there was nothing else father could have done. So he relaxed and fell asleep in the hotel room.