Violence is Still Always the Answer

Chapter 3: Hangover

Back in Seattle, Max had a few drinks. After my visit she became more agitated than usual.

"Hey Mom, are you drinking?" Jason asked her.

"Maybe, what's it to you?" she spoke in a slurred tone.

"I was just asking a question."

"Well, you should stop before I do what your dad did to me the other night."

"What are you talking about?"

"Let's just say I won't be sitting down for a while."

"Okay, I think you had enough," Jason said as he reached for the drink in her hands.

She clutched the bottle tightly and punched him in the face.

"Ow, you bitch!" he shouted.

"What did you just call me?" Max asked.

"Nothing."

"That's what I thought."

I entered through the door to interrupt the chaos. "Honey, I'm home. Always wanted to say that," I stated.

"Like you could ever love someone," Max said.

"Whoa, where the fuck did that come from?" I asked.

"She's drunk," Jason told me.

"I thought you didn't drink?"

"Yeah but then you came back into my life."

"Oh, that hurt me, Max," I cried.

"You'll heal," she retorted.

"The fuck got into you?"

"None of your goddamn business."

"Probably my dad's dick," Jason said.

"Jason, shut the fuck up!" Max shouted at him.

"Max, calm the fuck down. What the hell are you drinking? You shouldn't be able to gut drunk," I wanted to know.

"It's my own concoction with enough alcohol to kill about twenty people."

"Ha, concoction. Let me taste," I said grabbing the bottle. "Damn, that shit is strong."

"Yeah, it lets me get drunk before my healing factor fucks me up the ass. Speaking of getting fucked up the ass, I'm going to call Oscar," Max drawled.

"No, Max put down the phone," I demanded.

"No, you're not my dad."

"Yeah he is," Jason corrected her.

"She's drunk, let it go," I told him.

"Max, Oscar isn't setting a foot in my house."

"This isn't your house, you dick!"

"I got my girlfriend pregnant," Jason tried to grab our attention but ultimately failed. "She wanted to keep the baby, so I killed her. Buried her in the backyard. Her parents came looking for her, so I killed them too. Buried them next to her."

"Dad, you can't keep controlling my fucking life!" Max yelled.

"I'm not, I'm just trying to stop you from making the worst decision of your life," I told her.

"The worst decision of my life was looking for you. Sometimes I regret doing it and I'm calling Oscar whether you like it or not," she said as reached for my phone.

"No. the fuck you are not."

"Hey Oscar, could you..." Before she could finish I shot the phone out of her hand. "What the fuck! You could have hit me."