Head over Heels 1| j.b

We Can't Fix This.

While Adrian and Kathy were talking. Patricia and I were talking upstairs discussing why she would pop up at my home when I specifically told her not to.

"You have some nerve coming here when I specifically told you and paid you not to fucking come near her or her family but you did it anyway," I said.

"Justin come on, thanks for the money but she's family now okay. Her family is my family, take your money back I don't want it. I want to make things right with you. You're my son, and I love you. You have so much anger towards me I get that be angry, but you're still my son."

"I don't want anything to do with you anymore. First, you sent me to prison and now this, you're fucking insane."

"Can't bygones be bygones. Cut me some slack here I'm trying my best to be a good mother to you."

"Wanna be a good mother don't show up ever again. I'm losing my patience with you." I said going downstairs to let her out.

"I'm the one that helped you! You weren't ready for a baby Justin. Adriana was going to ruin your career. I told Tori--"

"You fucking what?" I asked quickly turning around.

"I told Tori you weren't ready. You know we liked each other. I loved Tori; she kept you on track."

"I didn't even know you fucking talked to her! So this was all you? Costing my fiancé's life, killing my daughter. She was everything to me, and you had to take that away. You ungrateful bitch." I said pinning her against the wall choking her. "You dumb stupid bitch! You're the one that did this to yourself not me! " I said, she started to choke trying to pull my hands away from her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head; I was scared now. I removed my hands from her neck; she falls onto the floor. "Mom?" I asked calming down a little bending down shaking her shoulder, I started to cry running my fingers through my hair sitting beside her rocking back and forth. Adrian walked inside staring at Patricia and then me. "Help me," I said nervously. She closes the door taking a deep breath.

"You're not going back to jail," She says walking into the kitchen. I heard her bring plastic wrapping paper laying it onto the floor, rolling her body onto it. I got up and helped her wrapping the tape around it. Once it got close to midnight, we dug a hole in the middle of nowhere to put the body inside. She gets into the car, putting her seatbelt on. "What the fuck happened, Justin?" She asks.

"Patricia told Tori to push you down the stairs. She's the one that caused her death... I choked her to death. Her face was, turning purple and I crushed her windpipe." I said laying my head on the window.

"You need help, Justin. Your anger has gotten worse; you killed your mom. I know what she did was fucked up but it didn't have to go that far."

"What you're scared of me now?" I asked.

"No. Because I know you won't hurt me. I helped you with a crime I witnessed that. I'm not going to say anything; I just want to forget about it and move on. You've saved me from a lot of things, and I know I thanked you for it so...you have to do something for me. Go to rehab. If not...I can't marry you." She says I sighed pinching the bridge of my nose in anger. I took a deep breath lifting my head off the window.

"Can we go?" I asked.

"I need you to listen to me, and I want you to listen carefully. When we get back home, I need you to go straight into the bathroom. Grab a toothbrush and scrub under your nails, after that take a shower a good long one, wash and scrub your hair including your body..twice don't leave anything out. Do you hear me?" She says I nodded slowly hearing every word she said. She kind of scared me a little. She starts the car driving us home. I really wasn't in the mood to have sex tonight; I'm sure she didn't have sex on her mind either. Once I got out, I went upstairs to run the shower, stripping down into my boxers. I looked in the mirror; it was foggy from the steam coming from the shower. I wiped it off with my hand grabbing a toothbrush from the dresser of the bathroom. I grabbed some soap, wetting it rubbing it on my hands, taking the toothbrush scrubbing under my fingernails. After three minutes of cleaning, I slipped my boxers off hopping into the shower beginning to wash my hair. I had no emotion; I felt no emotion. Adrian walks into the bathroom to get my clothes off the floor. "Hey, it's over okay," She says on the other side of the glass door.