He's Psychopathic

Chapter 17

Kaleb's P.O.V

He pointed the gun at me and I quivered in fear. My eyes opened wide and I looked at him while shaking. He's not going to shoot me. Nobody is this cold hearted. The door flew opened and hit him and for a second I was relieved until I felt the excruciating pain soared through my shoulder. I screamed out. My body felt limped and I tried getting up but it just worsen the pain. A man came uver to me and mumbled something . I couldn't hear what he saying clearly and there was only one thing on my mind. Where is my mother ?

I woke up and drag myself to the kitchen and took out a few of my pills . I filled the cup with water and walked back to the bedroom. I took the pills and went back into the bed. I ran my hand over the scar that the bullet lefted behind. It reminded me of mother. It was the only thing that kept me closer to her and to remember the last day I saw her clearly. After that day they didn't stop taunting my mother until she ended up behind bars. In prison. And worst of all I can't visit because it won't help with my recovering. Every time I go there I break down and have to end up back into the a Mental Institution.I really do miss her. She was my rock and my world and some filthy man took her a way from me.

And this is all my father's fault. If he hadn't left she wouldn't have dated that man. He'd beat her everyday and night. And she would do nothing about. But one day she got fed up and retaliated. She stabbed to death and then his family members hunted my mother and tried to kill her and there she goes in prison and me into mental institutions and sometimes living with strangers.
I walked to the bathroom to take a cold shower and took up my phone and called Cassidy. It rang the first time without answer and the second time it answered. I didn't hear her on the other end.

"Hello!" I say. I heard shuffling and mumbling.

"What ?"

"How are you ?" I asked. I heard mumbling.

"You called at.....Five in the freaking morning to ask me if I'm okay?" She half shouted .

"Uh yeah "

"Well mister no I'm not okay. I want my sleep. I need my beauty sleep."

"Well that's technically true."

"What's true ?"

"You really do need your beauty sleep." I say and she grunted. She grunt. Who grunts ?

"Kaleb I really don't have the time for you right now. They are getting jealous you know."

"Who is getting jealous?" I asked confused.

"You don't know ?"

"No I don't."

"Well..The sheets,the pillow,the mattress and the unicorns and the apples. So bye. I'll see you whenever I see you ." She say and hanged up. I didn't even get the time to ask her further on. Unicorn ? I laughed at her. I am so looking forward to school today. This girl is so weird . If I hadn't know better I'd say she's the one that is mad.

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Cassidy's P.O.V

I woke up from my sleep drenched in sweat. My felt like I''ve been in a pot boiling. Its a very rare amount of nights that I've dreamt of him. This particular dream was a happy one. I sighed and looked at time. 7:40 . Holy shit. I'm gonna be late. I scrawled out if bed trying to figure out my mother didn't wake me. I opened my door and past by my mother's room and hear sobbing. I knitted my eyebrows.
Why is she crying??
I slowly opened the door and saw her sitting in the middle of my bed with a frame held closely to her chest. Then I remembered. Tomorrow is the day on which my dad died. Since he died on the day if his death we'd always visit his grave together and talk about the events of past months and any problem we had. When he was alive he'd always be the one to give you the answer to any problem. He was good with words. He was our backbone in our family. Our strength and our healer. He was the best father anyone could ask for and I love him very much. I sat down beside my mother and she wrapped her arms around me and I did the same and began comforting her. He was her husband after all. Her lover and has she said he was the only one she really had in her life before we came along. They went through a lot together and now he's gone and never to return.

Tears came to my eyes after hearing the sobs of my mother and I too began crying. This happens every year , the day before we'd all start mourning and became sulky and melancholy. I hated seeing my mother like this. She'd always break down and lean on us to be her strength during this time even though we our self needed someone to lean on. But we'd always be here for our mother.

There was a knocking on the door and I didn't bother to look up because I don't see why'd he knocked when soon he will open the door anyway. I assumed he opened the door and I could hear his sigh and soon I felt arms wrapped around me. Losing our father changed everything in Jason. He became cold and mean. He started acted like a jerk. Sometimes he'd be all mean to me and another time he'd come to me for comforting. He was this big piece of puzzle that I can't seem to put together. I felt the back of my top wet which meant he was crying too and that made me cry even more.

We spent the next hour or so crying and we planned to take a day off from school and work. Jason and I returned to our room and stay in our own isolated room .I walked over to the painting on my wall that Kaleb took interest in the first time he came in. John. My beloved father. I traced each letter with myand felt empty and my heart stopped beating. I felt like I was choking ,I couldn't breathe. I dropped to floor and crawled up in a ball. I couldn't breathe. I was suffocating with pain. I screamed and screamed.

"Please come back to me dad." I whispered over and over again.

"Just come back."