Class of '97

5. Retribution

December13th 1996 5:25 pm

Doompushed through the front door of his father's house, dripping withsleet and blood. The atmosphere of the home was of hurry as he sawhis family quickly trying to get ready for his step brother'sChristmas music program. He was sitting on the stairs in front ofhim, dressed in a suit and tie. He looked up at Doom and stared atthe blood coming from his head and nose curiously.

"Mommy!"he yelled finally. "Corey's all bloody!"

Hisstep mother Megan came out from the kitchen and gasped. "Corey!Don't get blood all over the carpet!"

"Giveme a rag then!" Doom snapped.

Shequickly went to the washroom to grab an extra rag from on top of thewashing machine. Doom stood in place helplessly.

Hisfather stepped out from the kitchen and glared at him. "What thefuck? What were you doing? Getting into trouble?"

"Charles!"Megan called from the other room. "Language!"

"Doyou see this boy?" he called back.

"Igot beat up," Doom said softly.

"Huh?"

"Igot beat up!" Doom shouted.

"Bywho?"

"Thiskid named Josh."

"Whatdid you do to him?"

"Idid n-n-n-" Doom tried to shout.

"Youdid what?"

"N-n-n-"

"Spitit out already!"

"Charles!"Megan returned with the rag. "Don't you yell at him for that! Hehit his head, look, his head is bleeding."

"We'vegot to get to the program!" Doom's step-brother yelled from thestairs.

"Holdon, Jacob." Doom's father said in a nicer voice.

"Idid n-n-nothing to him! He j-just beat m-me for m-my clothes!"

Hisfather rubbed his temple. "Corey, I'll buy you some better clothes,okay? Just...you got to be more careful."

"Id-don't want n-new clothes!"

"Justsomething that isn't so dark."

"Dad!"Doom rubbed the blood off his face. "I don't want n-new clothes! Itwon't help a-an-anyway!"

"Wegot to go, Corey," his father said. "You call the doctor if youget sleepy and think you have a concussion."

"Let'sgo!" his little brother cried, "I can't be late!"

"Jacob,calm down." Megan said sternly.

Withoutanymore attention given to Doom, the family all crowded out the doorand into the car. As they drove off, Doom overflowed with anger.

 "Fuckyou!" he yelled out the window to the car as it drove off. "Fuckall of you! You'll be sorry when I'm dead! You'll be sorry wheneveryone blames you for me killing people! You'll be fucking sorrywhen I'm lying in pool of blood, ass holes! I hate you! I hate you! Ihate you!" Doom kicked bookshelves and punched the wall, but he wasnot strong enough to puncture a hole into any of it. Tears of furyspilled to his cheeks and rolled off of his chin. "You raised akiller!" he screamed. "You raised a killer! You'll be sorry whenI'm dead! You'll love me when I'm dead!"