I stayed out as long as I could, it was almost midnight. Having nowhere else to go, I went back to that shitty trailer. When I got there,It was quiet, and Lyla's door was closed I figured she was sleeping, I went to my small room, and closed the door. I took off my bloody shirt and threw it in a laundry basket, and did the same with my jeans, and put on a pair of sweatpants. Hungry, I quietly went in the kitchen and opened the cupboard and grabbed a cinnamon roll, then went back to my room and closed the door, and plopped down on my bed.
Lyla swung open the door, she must have heard me," You still never did those fucking dishes, Jerome! Where the hell were you!?" she asked, she was drunk as fuck.
"Out" I replied, I had an attitude towards her.
"No shit!" she yelled "You went out with that little whore again, didn't you?"
How the hell did she know who I was with?
"She's not a whore! she's nothing like you!" I yelled, stood up and shoved her into the wall.
"Oh, you're right, she's not a whore, Jerome, she's a worthless, white piece of shit" she said, then burped.
"No, she's not, I told you she's nothing like you!" I shouted in her face, and punched her, I couldn't help myself, I started laughing. I love seeing her in pain, after all she did deserve it.
She fell to the ground, I kicked her pretty hard, she started crying,"All I ever tried to do was to make you happy, Jerome. I wanted you to be proud" she lied, between sobs.
I grabbed her arm and lifted her up so she was standing, I got close to her face and grinned,"News flash, bitch, you made everything miserable. You sure as hell never made me proud. You make me sick. When I was little, I actually wanted to do things with you, I wanted to have a normal relationship with you, but instead, all you ever did was hook up any guy you could. And when you were done fucking, and after the men left, you would always take it out on me , you'd beat the shit out of me every fucking night. You always blamed me for everything that went wrong in your life."
She laughed,"Oh who am I kidding? You were the worst child, anyone could ever have given birth to, I should have used a fucking condom, you worthless, loser. You will never be good enough to belong in this world."I turned and left the trailer, she followed.
My plan was working just as I expected it to. I walked away from the tents, away from everybody else.
"You have always been my problem, Jerome. You Always found a way to fuck everything up for me!" She yelled.
I pushed her to the ground. I picked up an axe, I planted there earlier, that was laying next to her.
"No mom, you fucked everything up all on your own" I said, grinning.
She opened her mouth to say something, I raised the axe into the air above my head, getting ready to swing the axe down on her skull, like I was swinging the giant hammer, to hit the target on the strength tester.
"Shut the fuck up you Nagging Drunken Whore." I said, giving her the creepiest smile i possible could, as I swung the axe down, laughing, hitting her skull.
Paul Cicero came just as I was finishing up. "Wow, I didn't think you had it in you" he said.
"The bitch got what was coming to her." I said laughing.
"Hurry up let's ditch the axe, and the body, before somebody hears us" Paul said.
I was still laughing,"Quiet, do you want anyone to hear us?" He said. I tried to calm down and stop laughing.
We struggled horribly, trying to lift her fat ass onto the trailer, eventually we did it. I laughed to myself, imagining how funny this must have looked; One blind old man, and a much younger guy, trying to lift a dead woman onto the trailer.
We covered her with a tarp, and moved the trailer back to its original spot, behind the circus, under a tent.
"Scratch the satinise stuff off the hatchet and throw it off the Arkham Bridge" Cicero said eagerly. I scratched the shit off the blade.
"Don't do anything stupid to draw any attention to her or us" he said and disappeared into the blackness of the night.
~~~~~
"Holy shit" I said to myself,"That was fucking awesome!!"
Who would have known killing somebody you really fucking hate, would feel this good. It gave me the biggest adrenaline rush ever. So I tarted walking to the bridge, and when I got there I threw the hatchet off the bridge then I walked back to the circus.
I walked around for a little bit, just fucking around, wasting time. It had been almost 2 hours since Paul and I went our separate ways, having literally nothing else to do, I decided to go home.
I started walking home, it was kinda cold out, considering I had no shirt on, but still, it was only September. I got inside, changed out of another pair of bloody pants, and put on another pair of sweatpants. I layed down on my bed, and thought about Krista.
She was so beautiful. She had this gorgeous smile, it was so perfect. She had these beautiful green eyes, that I got lost in every time I looked into them. Her blonde hair stretched almost halfway down her back and fell perfectly around her face. She was the most gorgeous girl ive ever seen. And She likes me, for once somebody likes me.
I never thought I would actually be able to kill my own mother. Not because I loved her, oh trust me I fucking hated her. But because I never knew what would happen to me if I got caught. But I did it! And I loved it! Boy, I should have done this ages ago.
By now it was almost 4:30, and I have a date tomorrow with Krista, so i should probably get some sleep, I thought to myself. And slowly drifted to sleep.
