They Call Me Crybaby

Sippy Cup

After all that had happened the other day we were still in the situation. I woke up to the sound of a car driving up and the headlights beam into my blinds. He was home but what is this? Another person is with him, it's not a male but a beautiful tall skinny lady in a skimpy short red dress with some red heels. I hear them come through the door and hope that my mother is passed out in her room but I was wrong it seems as if she was still in the kitchen? Well at least that's where I believe she was because before I went to bed she was on the floor crying with again... a bottle of liquor. Anyways, I hear their footsteps make their way to the kitchen I mean who couldn't hear them? They were laughing and giggling ever since they got through the door.

It got very silent... Too silent then I hear my mother yelling, she found them. How stupid could they get? I hear my dad yelling that there isn't going anything between that she was just a fellow co-worker. Bullshit it wasn't, when my mom used to work he would invite her over to finish some "work" Oh she did her work, but it was on him. Working to pleasure him.

Suddenly I heard screams. I walk slowly out of my room and make my way down the hall to the kitchen as I walk into the room right beside the table are sheets drenched in blood. I take a peak under the blood stained sheets and see two bodies that looks as if they were stabbed. I get scared and jump back and I feel a body behind me and the smell of chloroform to my face and pass out.

What? What happened? I tell myself I finally get my head back together but what the hell I'm tied up to my bed?! I see my mom walk in and she pours something in my sippy cup that I used as a kid and she makes me drink it. All I remember now is her face, she had been crying and I don't know why now.

-Crybaby, 2016