WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC CONTENT AND MAY BE TOO MUCH FOR SOME READERS.
November 13, 1991
Connor sat in the garage, he thought of it as his get away. He kept a radio in there, some drinks, some food, and some blankets. He likes it there best because he couldn't hear anything going on in the house. His mom, dad, and two siblings bothered him for reasons unknown. Except for his dad. He knew why he was angry at his dad. He is a filthy cheater. He came home early from school one time to see clothes scattered on the hallway entrance. He followed them, along with the strange noises, to the living room.
That's where he saw it.
His dad and some blonde woman going at it on the couch. His dad didn't even see him as he stormed right back out of the room.
That day had bothered him and it still did. He didn't tell his mom because why should he? He's not the one doing it.
He stood up from his spot and looked at the tools on the wall. He had just grabbed a hammer when he heard a crash. It was the door slamming. The garage door. He looked to see his drunk mother standing in the doorway. A reason for him to hate his mom. Her drinking problems.
"You're still out here? God you're such a dumbass. Do you even have friends?"
Connor stood there with a blank expression. This was a usual occurrence. He just turned around and looked back at the hammer.
"Hey! Are you even hearing me?!"
Connor continued to ignore her.
She stepped closer and smacked the back of his head. Hard.
Connor gripped the hammer and turned around as fast he could and hit his mother in her right leg. Harder.
She fell to the ground with a yelp.
"YOU MOTHER FUCKER I'M YOUR MOTHER YOU DON'T HIT M-"
Before she could finish he hit her again in the mouth. Not too hard but hard enough to where a couple of teeth fell out and blood ran from her mouth.
His mom couldn't think, she was in too much shock. She tried to talk but all that happened was blood spurt out of her mouth onto the concrete floor.
Connor was breathing heavy and turned to look back at the tools. He searched for something bigger. Then he saw it.
An axe.
He set the hammer back on the table and reached for the wooden handle of the axe. He touched the tip of it.
Nice and sharp. He turned to look back at his mother on the ground with tears coming from her eyes. He kicked her back so she was lying down. He stepped over top of her.
"Connor......please....I'm sorry."
He didn't listen. He swung the axe and it landed on her neck. He heard the bone crack.
His mother sputtered and her eyes rolled back. But Connor didn't stop. He took the axe out of her neck and swung again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Blood splattered on his face but he didn't stop until the face was unrecognizable and he could see the insides of her stomach.
He stepped back and looked at what he did. He looked for 5 minutes until he finally made a noise.
He laughed.
