He turned the key in the lock and opened the door. To his horror he saw his worst nightmare comming to life. Sitting on his black leather couch, was a very slim, big breast, over-bleached blond hair, plastic looking lady.
- Linda, may I ask how the bloody hell you got in here? Or even better, how you knew where on this dreadful planet I lived?
Her shriek of a laughter filled the room. Putting one hand on her cheek and cocking her head to the side, with a confused look spreading over her face. An act that she had mastered quite well.
- Jake, jake, jake. That is no way to talk to your mom. You should be happy that you're mother is here to visite you! Now, go fetch this old women some tea, why don't you?
Jake's face was begining to turn red, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. His spoiled, ritch, fake as hell mother, was acting like nothing ever happened! Like she had been there for him his whole life. That she didn't disapeare off the face of the earth everytime she got re-married. She might be his mother, but she will never be his mom.
-Linda, get out of my house this instant. I told you I want nothing to do with you or your life. Now take your skanky behind and leave before I call the cops. I am not kidding, and if you continue interacting with my life, I will get a restraining order.
Mixed emotions crossed her face in split seconds, pure chock, fury, and then ending with sadness. Which unfortunetly, Jake realised wasen't an act but her actual feelings. For the moment anywase.
- I-I can't believe you'd do this to me darling, I love you!
Linda's voice slowly disolved as she started crying. Jake's first reaction was to comfort his mother. He dispised his mother with all of his heart but otherwise, regarding all her faults, he couldn't help but love her.
Quickly pulling him self together, he regained his composure before continuing to try and end this horrible scene.
- Leave, now. I have no feelings for you what so ever. To me, you are bu a mear stranger who dresses like a ritch whore.
Utter discuse spread on her face. If Jake knew what was comming next, he would've never have threated her like that. All of a sudden, like nothing happened, she smiled.
- Oh dear, may I use your restroom before I go?
Not knowing what to say, Jake nodded. With a deep sigh, he let himself go and sat on the couch. Putting his feet on the coffee table he turned on the TV and started flicking through the channels. Hearing his mother's footstep returned he added to her without turning to face her ;
- I hope life gives you what you diserve mother.
- Why thank you love, I wish the same to you.
Pain spread through Jake's neck, then his whole body and he didn't know what was going on anymore. Everything was blury and spinning. Releasing his neck, he noticed the fountain of blood. He was dying, his own mother killed her out of complete anger and jealousy.
- That's what you get for taking your father's love from me and keeping it all to yourself. That's what you get for all the times you disobeyed me, dissrespected me. That's what you get for all the bloody trouble and tears you've put me through!
Before finaly leaving for good, Linda took her son's head and held it near her chest. Hugging him tightly she said ;
- Oh, what have I done? I love you Jake, please forgive me. I love you. She whispered barely audible before slicing her own throat and dying by her sons side.
