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The Tragic Ending
She clutched the gun to her cold black and blue breast clinging on for dear life not wanting the trigger to be pulled, but at the same time longing for her life to end. There were pictures of her and he scattered all around, pictures of her and his new family all ripped in half never to be pieced together. He was stood in the window staring at the thunderstorm brewing up outside.
Tears were running down her face she took one last look around the living room she has often a time sat in. She stared at the fading wallpaper, the pictures of her old life with just the three of them herself (Caroline), Andrew and their son Gregory, she took in her old phone and the old lamps from her own childhood and ended her search on her sons back.
He spun around “It’s time,” he announced in a voice too relaxed for what he was about to make her do. “p-p-p-please d-d-d-don’t d-d-d-do t-t-t-this” she stuttered as she stifled a sob. He paid no attention to the plea of his mother he had paid no attention when she begged him to spare her life to let her live. Her son’s mind was set he was going to kill his mother the only one who had ever loved him he would be lost in the world loveless, wondering around in circles all his sorry life.
She looked once more around the room and at the pictures torn around her feet that would soon be washed away by her own blood and tears; his plan was to make it look suicidal. He pulled his father’s leather gloves over his sweaty palms and eased the gun away from her chest, she refused to let go she would not die not without a fight. He thumped her in the stomach as she gasped in pain her grip loosened on the gun. He snatched it from her hands wrapping a cardigan around his wrist, he placed the gun next to her head.
She whimpered and begged her son not to do it not to pull the trigger but it was too late he pulled the trigger letting the bullet go right through his mother, watching as her bloodied body slumped against the chair. He placed the cardigan on his mother and turned. He looked once more around the room taking in his childhood home now a terror ridden place and walked out of the mangy house and on to the dark street. He climbed into his black BMW sports car and drove off down the death ridden street.
But what could drive a son to kill his mother? What could possibly make him hate her so much?
Life could not have been worse for Gregory with his new mother moving in and his step-brother and sister movinig in too. He knew that his new "sister" was on his case she started acting suspicious around him, acting as if she knew his little secret and was too afraid to confront him or inform anyone of what he had done he knew time was against him and that he was not gonna let her win. He would win this time. He would be the one to walk around with a glowing smile on his face. He would be VICTORIOUS!
His mother although dumb was very cunning to say the least. She had probably left some clue for someone to find the papers or for them to prove that she did not commit suicide but instead was murdered! By her own son! He thought for a while then climbed into the black BMW and took off towards his mothers home if he put his foot down he could make it there within 5 minuetes.
When he arrived he could already see that the place had been distroyed someone had beaten him too it someone knew his secret or was about too. Then he remembered the box that used to sit next to her favorate chair the one which no-one was permitted to touch let alone open. Then he remembered the key that remained around her neck, he looked over at his dead mother then where the box should have laid they were both missing someone had got the answer.
Charlotte recieved a letter what must have been two weeks ago from Caroline (Gregory's mother) telling her to meet her at her house on the 21st october which was today. She climbed into her crap excuse of a car and started to make her way towards her house.
Charlotte made her way towards Caroline's house and knocked on the door... once...... twice.....three times, before the door creaked open. She carried on pushing the door open "hello Caroline you there...." there was no answer "it's me Charlotte Andrew's step daughter." There was still no answer. She walked around the house with caution carefully checking the upstairs and then the downstairs, as she walked into the room she gasped almost screaming but making sure she kept her mouth shut.
Then she heard someone it had to be someone "it's horrible isn't it?" she let a scream come out of her mouth. "who who's there?" she asked turning around searching the room for something to give them away. "that i can not tell you but i can tell you that if you pick up the box and take this key..." he held out a key even then she couldn't see his hand it stayed covered beneath his glove. She stood there staring at the key "you gonna take it then?" he said she hesitated and took the keys from him and muttered something under her breath. "Oh yeah don't forget to call the coppers!" he said before opening the window and jumping out on to the street.
Charlotte phoned the police and waited for them to arrive she showed them the letter but kept the key and box a secret so they would not be taken from her. She did not include the mystery man that was hidden in the shadows as soon as the police said she could leave she did.
When she got home she opened the box and the letters which clearly stated that Gregory was not Andrew's Son but instead Jonathon Louis's the local butchers. She left the message next to Andrews bed side and walked out leaving him to find out on his own.
When Andrew walked in he found his son hanging dead and his step daughter bleeding to death he sprinted up stairs where he found the letter. "How? Why? and WHO?" he said then threw the letter down and cryed.
