Sanity: The Saw Chronicles [C]

Chapter 14 | Mother Dearest

A graveyard is a place I'd once considered my home, being the restless spirit I am. The second a body you love is laid six feet under, you come to understand that you don't want to join them. Not yet anyways. All the things my parents left unfinished, I don't want to become like them. I don't want to just be a box in the ground for people to walk over.

Today was Mother's Day. Being that I lost my mom before I could even retain long term memories, I don't remember ever celebrating the holiday while she was alive. She had a drug problem but up until she blew herself away, she was a good mom. I make an effort to bring a rose to her grave. It might be a fruitless effort but it gives me some closure. The dead don't give a shit about petals and thorns. On the off chance that there is an afterlife, I couldn't bare the thought of my mom seeing every grave covered in flowers except hers.

"Shouldn't you be spending Mother's Day with your kids?" A crude voice patronized me.

I turned around, displeased to see the criminal I'm forced to fuck for. "What? You fuckin' following me places now?"

Deegan had no emotion in his eyes. He just looked with an almost empty expression. There was a little bit of something left in him. It was just spite though, smudged with greed. "Just making sure you're not lyin' to me."

I raised my lip in a scoff, "I have no use for lies but I don't care to tell you the truth."

"You wanna go home to those supposed kids of yours in one piece, you'll tell me." He threatened me. He's nothing but a gun. Without that pistol, he's a pussy and a poor excuse for a man.

"Just because I said they were my kids, I never said I was their mother. Their birth mom is either dead or on a pole somewhere on Sunset by now." I gestured my hand towards the grave beside my mother's, "And that's their father." Sighing, I slipped my hand back into my coat pocket, "My father too. The grave beside his is my mother's. The kids I take care of are my half siblings. Is that a satisfactory answer for you?" I seethed.

As I started to turn to walk away, he grabbed my arm, "Just one more thing. What's going on between you and Jonny? I know you've been going to his house after your rounds."

"He's nothing but a client. A client that likes to see me a lot and he's never done me any wrong. I go to his house last because it's the closet to the bus stop. That's it." I shrugged his hand off of me, "Stop giving a shit so much. You'd never see a baker stop to ask a piece of bread where it came from. A painter doesn't ask a wall it's history. So a Jon shouldn't ask his whore for her life story."

"Your mistake is thinkin' I give a rat's ass."

"You wouldn't be asking if you didn't care." I narrowed my eyes, glancing over my shoulder to him, "You might care for selfish reasons but you fucking care." I kept walking, calling over my shoulder, "And don't fucking follow me home! Asshole."

The sun was on the horizon. It was time to end this. I couldn't even begin to tell you where Kuza was. Manson had lost him on the monitors and Vanessa is still very alive. She might even make it out of here. As for Chris' mom and Sonny, they won't. They never had a chance to begin with. If there was anyone that we knew had to die, it was them.

Chris hooked his finger under Angelo's chin, raising his head, "So, my dark angel, will you be joining me for this last hunt?"

"I need to see her pay for everything she did to you." He responded.

Angelo turned his head and gave Chris a deep kiss. Those two are like a cheesy high school couple. Aside from the whole being crazed murderers part. You gotta love it though. Ricky wouldn't be providing me with the same kind of moral support. He's gotten angry at Sonny plenty of times for the pain he's put me in but he would never be the one to pull the trigger. He doesn't even care to watch.