I Killed My Mother

Chapter 16

Sunday, 2015/02/12, 10:47
California

"Where do you guys wanna go next?" Spencer asked.

"Kate could use a few friends," Jessica joked. Sadly that was true. All I did with my time since I got out two days ago was yell at Dan and accidentally bump into Jessica and Spencer. How entertaining.

"Home then?" Spencer suggested.

There was no turning back so I slightly nodded we drove off.

Spencer has a very...interesting group of friends. I had met them yesterday but it was brief. Now I had to actually converse with 20 year old soon-to-be jailbirds- I wasn't exaggerating.

It was awkward at first but I soon became comfortable. The little chill session I thought we were having quickly turned into a mini party. People came and brought alcohol and snacks, though more alcohol than actual food.

I didn't drink. I have never tried alcohol because I saw what it did to my grandparents relationship.

My granddad was an alcoholic. He was well known in the local bar near his house back in Indiana. When I used to live with them from when I was five until eleven- because my parents were having martial problems- he always came home drunk. He didn't even remember who I was, let alone his own wife.
I remember everything that happened in that house. It made me never want to come back.
One specific day will forever be embedded in my mind. It was the day everything went down hill for me and grandparents.

Grandpa Phil had just come back from the bar. He smelled on alcohol, cigarettes and women. My grandma didn't like that very much. Especially the women scent. When grandad walked in through the door, grandma asked me to go up to my room. So I did.

A little after I was in my room, I heard footsteps past the door and into my grandparents room.

"Phil...what is happening with us?"  My gran asked that day. Her voice was shaky and you could tell she was terrified for her marriage.

"Don't question me Suzanne! I'm too tired for your bullshit!" Grandpa barked back at her. She flinched at his words but she didn't stop asking him and I knew hiding was probably best.

"I can't ignore the fact that you drink more than you breathe nowadays. You spend all your time in that trashy place than you do with your own family. And I certainly cannot ignore the fact you came here today smelling like you just woke up from under the sheets of another woman," grans voice was still  shaky and scared but it was getting louder.

"Are you accusing me of cheating?" Granddad was getting angry. I could feel his rage from the next room I was hiding in.

"No. That's not what I'm saying...it's just. You haven't been yourself these past two months. What am I doing wrong?" She was crying now. I cried too. I didn't know what to do at that point because it was the truth. Granddad had been acting different. His attitude changed and his drinking became heavier.

"SHUT UP WOMAN!" Phil yelled. It was  piercing. It made me cringe in distaste. My tears were a river by then.

"Please  Phil. Keep your voice down. You are going to upset Kate,"

Little did she know I was already crying tears to fill a dry lake.

I heard a loud bang followed by a harsh, painful scream. I hid deeper in the closet.

"Don't you  ever fucking tell me what to do. You are a woman. You are subordinate to me. It's your duty goddamnit! I'm your husband! You can go piss off"  Two minutes later I heard the front door shut close and my bedroom door swing open.

"Kate?" My grandma was trying her best to hold back her tears. No matter how hard she tried it didn't work.

"Grandma. What happened with grandpa?" My little voice asked revealing myself from the closet.

"Aggg nothing my Angel. He is just having a bad day that's all," she dismissed me. "Don't cry. It was nothing."

"Why are you crying?" I challenged.

"It's just allerges my sweet. Don't worry about it. Let's get you to bed." She tried her best to smile down at my miniature frame. Little did she know I saw the ugly blue and purple circle on her cheek bone.

"But grandma.." I protested.

"No Kate. It's late."

I was young, yes, but I knew what abuse was. I tried telling mom but grandma didn't want me to. Dad? I told once by accident, but he simply just brushed it off with a 'You are just imagining things kat'.

From that day granddad had been having a bad day everyday and grandma had been having allergy problems everyday and her bruises were getting bigger and uglier.

Ummmm.

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I was thinking of changing the title because The Fault In Our Stars wasn't titled I Died From Cancer right? So drop your suggestions and if you want to make a new cover for this book you are welcome because I'm useless.

Just in case you guys wanted to know. I am a feminist.

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