Something filthy about Mr.Haynes

I've never made love out of love

Chad's POV (dream)

"You killed the priest!"-she yells so fiercely I can do nothing but follow her moves with wide eyes, desperately blinking the tears away and having not even the slightest clue on what did I do wrong this time.

I'm just a kid. I just turned 7, days ago. How is it possible for me to kill someone, a human, yet the priest himself?

As she shuffles through the drawers in the kitchen searching for whatever there is on her mind, she keeps watching me with a corner of her blank eye, as if I would yank on her in a heartbeat and rip her throat out.

Believe me, I do want it, more than she could ever imagine.

She is my ma, however, the one who brought me to this world and even though she wasn't the best example of a good parent, she still is MY ma.

And so I stand silent and scared by the doors, waiting something bad to happen. Her features are coated with hate and fear in the same time, which is confusing even more.

After not finding anything useful in the kitchen, she runs to the bedroom, her hand wrapping around my wrist in a painful manner and dragging me after. "You are evil child! You were never meant for this world!"

She push me hard towards the bed, making me stumble on my feet and roll down to the floor. "YOU AND YOUR SILLY, RECKLESS, STUPID BEHAVIOR!"-she is screaming rather to herself, while opening the closet door, making me crumble in defeat.

A sick chuckle leaves her lips, when a proud smile etches her face, and she drags dad's belt from the closet and turns to face me. "I will teach you a lesson, boy! For nothing else can defeat this terror in your black soul!"

"MA, please!"-i beg, a crocodile-like tears falling down my cheeks,-"i did nothing bad!"

She just yanks the belt heavier, making me bite my lip painfully to stop from sobbing aloud.

I know the belt too well. She made it herself, saying that the ordinary belt wouldn't hush my demons.

It is nearly two meters length black leather belt, heavy and old, with a huge and rusty metal buckle. However, it isn't the worst part of it. She had it wrapped with a spiked wires and chains a year ago, saying that trough pain and blood the evil must go away.

"No, Ma! I swear. It wasn't me!"

Without any regret nor motherly love she raise the belt high above her head and smash it heavily at me, not even bothering to see the body parts she's damaging.

I want to scream, but instead my head bents lover in defeat as she hits me again and again, making blood spill on the white carpet.

"LIAR!"-she screams,-"I knew you would give me nothing, but problems! Adam left me because of you! You're a sick child! God knows you're not one of his creations! You're evil!"

"How can you say it?"-i cry out, feeling a pain and blood loss block my speech,-"i'm still your boy, ma!"

"You?"-she sound amazed,-"You were never mine to raise! God forbid you to walk this earth, but you stepped to His world smashing His glory into the dirt! And don't you dare to talk back, you little weasel! For I won't stop and do the God's work! For someone must done it already years ago! I can't believe I was this stupid when I gave birth to you, you satan's child! Oh, Lord..."

"I hate you, Ma!"-i spit at her face, making her stumble back and watch me wide eyed.

"How dare you, little weasel!"-ma whispers,-"disrespect your mother this way! Oh Lord, please give me the strength to fight this devil, my God, what did I get myself into deciding to not do the abortion and keep you?!"