I Killed My Mother

Chapter 17

Sunday, 2015/02/12, 19:47
Spencer's apartment...California

Nine hours later I was still at Spencer's. The party was alright. The people were actually friendly. Most of them offered me some booze to 'loosen' up but I denied it.

With every person I saw slumbed on the floor, a painful memory of my childhood snaked it's way into my mind. I could deal with it though. I have been through worse.

Nine hours of tragic memories. They wouldn't stop haunting me. Every time I blinked, a different memory came up.

I heard a breaking bottle in the next room that was followed by a screaming guy. He was yelling loudly. Everyone ran into the same room to see what was happening. Not me though. I remained in the lounge. Alone with a couple of passed out bodies. I was drowning in a memory that the breaking bottle brought.

"Grandpa?" Little Kate tippy-toed to her grandpa's chair.

He was silent.

"Grandpa?"

Silence.

"Grandpa!" Little Kate yelled.

Grandpa shot to his feet in shock and his bottle of scotch fell to the floor and broke into a million pieces.

"What!?" He yelled at little Kate. "Look what you've done you little maggot! Do you understand how much this bottle costed? Probably more than you'll ever cost you little shit!" Kate was frightened. She stood there and let him lash out at her like she was a nuisance in his life. She couldn't even cry.

When she came out of her shocked state, she ran to her room but grandpa was faster. He caught her before she could run past the kitchen. He picked her up by her spaghetti arms and let her dangle in the air while he kept shouting at her.

"How are you gonna pay for that scotch? You have no money. No family. Your parents don't even love you enough to live with you,"

Then Kate cried. At the mention of her parents never loving her, she weeped.

"What are you crying about you piece of shit!" He continued to yell at her and shook her wildly. His eyes full of rage and evil. They were red from the amount of scotch he's had. His breathe stank of his 'expensive' tasteless scotch. Well at least Kate thought it was tasteless.

"Grandma?" Little Kate tried to cry for help.

"Shut up you stupid bitch!" He screamed some more while spraying her with little drops of his saliva.

"Please let me go grandpa," she cried yelped and whimpered.

"Don't fucking call me that. I'm no grandfather to an idiot!" He slammed her against the fridge, held her up with one hand, grabbed a nearby bottle, broke the bottom of it and held it out under her chin.

Little Kate was too stunned to cry anymore. She just hung there and did nothing. She blocked her grandfathers-Phils voice yelling horrible things at her.

The kitchen door slammed opened and her grandmother walked it. As soon as she saw the sight in front of her she dropped her groceries and got attention of her husband.

Phil dropped Kate from 5 feet high and she stumbled to her feet and ran away. She closed her door and ran into her closet. She could her them arguing. She was shaking now, not crying. There was a sharp pain by her ankle. She didn't even cry for that. She just crouched there shaking and trying to block out the fighting from downstairs but she couldn't.

"Why Phil? Why would you do that. She's eight years old. Only eight years old,"

"Your bitch of a child spilled my expensive scotch. If you know what good for you, you'll let me fix her!"

"Phil no, please don't do this!" Gran pleaded with him but he wasn't having it and instead a crash was heard from the kitchen and few moments after, her bedroom door swung open with wild force.

"Where are you, you leech," then her closet door opened and Phil towered over her and she saw a faint smirk on his dried up face. He reached down and grabbed her by the hair and she screamed.

"Stop yelling. You giving me a headache!" That was when Phil slapped her for the first time.

He seemed to have enjoyed it because he hit her again and again

And again.

"Phil stop. You hurting her," grandma tried to stop him but he just simply smacked her aside and continued to yell at Kate over hers and grandmas cries.

"You. Are. Both. Such. Fools!" Then he left.

Kate's grandmother crawled onto the bed with Kate and tried to comfort her. To stop her from crying. But it didn't work. She wouldn't stop.

"I want mommy," Kate cried.

"No sweetheart. Please. Don't tell her. Don't tell anyone. I'll fix this. We'll be alright," she cooed.

She never fixed it. They were never alright. Kate may have got away. But her grandmother didn't.

I screamed as the memory faded. I stood up and walked over to the cooler that contained all the alcohol. I looked around and everybody was still in the other room. I grabbed one and took a swig. It burned my throat but it felt good.

I said I didn't drink, but now at a moment of weakness I was.

Just like the fool I was.

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Oh and how was this one? Now you know a little more about Kate.

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