The Killers - Part 2

chapter 28

Tamarah POV

This lady stood infront of my bed.... she was huge, creepy and just stared at me as i laid in my bed, we were both waiting for my mother to come up the stairs, i was under survalence after yesterdays incident with the china cupboard. I head the light patter of my mothers footsteps coming up the stairs, and i think this woman did too because she smirked and moved away from the bed, i rested my hands on my stomach, drumming my fingers, starting to get bored with just sitting here. “here we go” My mother said, laying a tray down with food on it beside me on my bed. Grabbing the serviette she unfolded it and placed it on my chest, seeing as i practically have no lap to lay it on seeing as my stomach is so big. She was a trooper, i had to give it to her, still flipping around and kicking after my fall last week, im surprised she is still here, but she will never leave now, if she can survive something like that she can survive anything. “im not a child you know” I told her, she stopped in her tracks, not moving an inch and just stared at me, nows my chance to make a break. Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, i went to get up, but the woman reluctantly with my movement came forward to stop me. Giving up in defeat i shoved my legs back under the blanket and adjusted myself so i was leaning against the head board, piano less, i enjoyed playing Freddie piano headboard when i was bored out of my mind with nothing else to do. “you sure act it... throwing yourself down two flights of stairs and then into a glass cupboard full of china... im surprised that rat bag child of yours is still living... your not fit to be a mother.” She said,

 “now, i want you to eat all your vegetables “yes” Yes what “yes mother thank you” “thats better” “We are going to be great friends Mrs. Hoffman, i can see that” The door rang, the noise making its way up the stairs. “ill be right back” I start to eat my vegetables; i pick up a piece of broccoli and start to hear the voice downstairs, a hoarse raspy high pitched voice... roger. “ROGER... PUNCH HER DOWN AND COME UP HERE” I yelled out, the big woman came over towards me, glaring at me and shutting the door. I picked up some carrot and started to nibble on it, waiting for roger to come save the day, wait a sec, how the hell did he know i was here, the only person that knows my mother lives here is.... Freddie. “now dear... i got a black belt and im not afraid to use it on little pretty boy down there... i could break him like-“ She said, clicking her fingers together, the snap ringing through my ears just as his falsetto would when he sings the backing vocals of bohemian rhapsody or songs of the sort. “your going to behave.. Conscious or unconscious... its all the same to me... ill be back in a moment with your tablets” She said, slamming the door behind her and exiting my room. I heard the window slowly creak open due to the lack of use it got, i don’t think i even opened that window whilst i lived here, i never like this house. I looked over towards the window to hear a thud and see a flash of colour, looking down on the floor i saw a man, Freddie, dressed in his facourite jacket that i had given him on his birthday last year “Right...”

He said, hopping up and fixing himself by fiddling with his shirt and jacket making sure it sat properly before he even attempted to continue “ this is getting serious... i think we better get out of here. Come on.... fudge muffin, lets go. Look i am getting fed up with this, Its getting dangerous” He said, pacing around my room, running his fingers through his hair, unsure in what to do, what to say but i just stared at him blankly, not knowing how to act myself. “Your becoming like your mother.... just one week its taken and you have started to changed, You just picked up a piece of broccoli, put it in your mouth and went oh what a lovely piece of brocollie... i know you did, i could read it off your face, your an open book, there is no hiding from me. Its beyond disguisting, i want you Tamarah, the old Tamarah, not that woman out there, you, the woman i fell in love with all those years ago... “ Fred sat on the side of my bed, sighing and running his fingers through his hair “fudge muffin please come back with me... i know i hurt you... i hurt you both, but im sorry, pleeease forgive me, i take it all back... i love you... i love you both, my two girls and i don’t want anyharm to come to either of you.” Sighing again heavly, Freddie threw his head in his hands, not knowing what else to do, putting his arm around my shoulders; he brings me closer to him, comforting me, i began to cry, not knowing that i was though, it just happened, i had no control over myself at the moment. “Come on... don’t cry” He told me, bringing himself closer to me, shuffling ever so slightly towards me “look... do you remember when your dad picked up the mega beast and threw her out the window” I looked at him, confused, trying to comprehend what he had just said, because he knew better than i did that my father never did that, even through all the times he wanted to he never had the courage to, he was like the cowardly lion from the wizard of oz, too scared to stand up for himself, hiding away from what he believed. “that never happened fred”