RinKagamine758 gave me the idea of this book. So I'm going to decide this whole book to her. I hope you enjoy it. Comment and let me know what you think. Vote if you like and share it with your friends. I'd like to get as many views as possible. Please and thank you... ❤️ I'll update when ever I can.
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Trey walked into his house anticipating to tell his mother about what had happened at school; it was their just something they always did ever since he first started going to school. He was always just so anxious to tell her about his day. Year after year he came home to tell his mom good things that happened, and occasionally a few bad things, which wasn't likely, but today was different. Today he had exciting news. Need that made him feel all fluttery in his stomach and all red in the face, almost as if he was a human tomato. He was going to tell his mother about this one girl he had been observing closely at the town library. Jada. Jada was a junior in high school just like Trey. Only down fall that he knew was she went to the other high school in town. He noticed she was always at the library and liked to read. A lot. Only once has he ever talked to Jada, and that was when his clumsy self accidentally had bumped into her and made her drop everything in her arms, and all of her books fell to the floor. She had maybe seven books in her arms. He felt so embarrassed and his cheeks turned bright red. He had knew he had made a fool of himself, but still Trey made it a point to quickly squatted down, pick her books up off the library floor, handed them back to her, and give a genuine apology from the heart for him not paying attention to where he was going, and bumping into her rather roughly. But anyways, he was wanting to tell his mother about her. About how he wants to talk to her, but doesn't know what to say to her, or even if he should tell her he had liked her for a while. Or maybe he should tell her about how he observed her... But then again that might seem kind of stalkish.
Today Trey would ask his mother for advice on how to talk to a women for the first time without making a fool of himself like he had when he made her drop her books.
Trey walked to the kitchen saying,"Mom... so I need advi-..." he saw she wasn't in there,"Hmmmm..."
He walked upstairs to the laundry room. Entering the laundry room,"Hey ma-... ugh!"
Opening her bedroom door,"So there's this gi-........."
Trey's eye grew wide when he saw a puddle of blood on the ground peeking from the corner of his mother's bed. Walking around the corner of it he saw a man. A man he has never seen before. Perhaps a man his mother was sleeping with or maybe this man broke in and mom was protecting herself... Or maybe it was his dad. His mother had told him that his father was a cruel abusive man, and she would do anything to keep him away from Trey for his own safety.
As he was turning around to dash out the bedroom door, he sees his mother and almost runs into her, but stops when he sees her.
"Huh? Ummm... Mom who is th- that??" Trey stutters frantically, barely even finishing the sentence.
"Who? Oh... him. Hah well. You see... hahahaha... He...." She says with this laugh that almost seems evil and scary.
It gives Trey a strangely eerie feeling that can't stop him from thinking about all the blood and horror he saw.... He had completely forgotten about telling his mother about Jada, and more focused on what to do to survive. He feels chills go up that back of his spine. Something bad it about to happen...
What to do? What to do? He thinks to himself. Then a light bulb goes off... Run. Run and go get the cops. Call 911. Just get out of this house. Just get away from my murderous mother.
He runs around his mother before she realizes he's leaving, and runs out the room. His mother chasing after him.
"Where you going Trey? Something wrong?" She says in this demonic tone, which gives Trey shivers down his spine.
When he gets to the stairs he stops for a second, which was a second too long. Next thing happening was him tumbling down the stairs head first. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, his face was swollen and his nose bleeding. He had just enough strength the attempt to crawl as fast as he could away. But he wasn't fast enough. His 'mother' had already gotten down the stairs and sat on top of him strangling him. He tried and tried to fight, but he was running out of breathe. He was just too weak. Before he closed his eyes he thought to himself... this isn't my mother. My mother wouldn't do this. My mother isn't like this. Who is this woman? Someone help. Stop her... And just that quickly, he had no more breathe to breath. She couldn't tell if he was dead or blacked out from not enough breathe. His mother then got up snapping at what she had done, she dropped open her mouth and covered her face.
What have I done? Who have I've become? I'm a monster she thought.
She packed a bag and quickly left... She left the house. And still to this day, she hasn't been seen. Some believe she was kidnapped... But no one. No one truly knows what had happened that day. No one... But will anyone find out?
