Chapter 3
I walked through the door to find mom sitting on her bed crying.
"Mom? Is everything alright?"
"H-he's gone. Your father left."
"What do you mean he's gone."
He's gone! Is he really gone!?
"He walked to the hard ware store." She wiped a tear away. "Drunk, and he purchased a gun. He said he's never coming back."
"Then why are you crying?"
"B-because, he said when he would come to visit, h-he was bringing his new friend. A-and he was going to use him on use."
Friend? What friend?
"W-what friend?"
"His gun!" She balled into her hands.
"When is he coming to visit mom?"
"He's coming t-tomorrow."
That was it, my life was over. My dad was going to kill us, literally. Dezi is going to be devastated, no one else is going to miss us. This was it.
Good bye world. It was nice doing business with you.
I went downstairs and grabbed my phone from the counter. After that I ran back up stairs in my room, with a pillow and blanket. I locked my self in the closest curled into a ball and cried.
I got out my phone and texted Dezi a plan and simple 'good bye' two words was all I wrote. It was 7:45 pm, she should get it anytime soon. I put my music in and listened to skillet, Not Gonna Die. It calmed me down and I found my self drifting off to sleep.
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I woke up to light shining in my eyes. There's only one window in the closet, and it's very small. I looked at my phone and see that it is 1 pm.
1 pm! I've never slept that late before!"
I unlocked the door and looked out no one was in my room. That was a good start, I grabbed my baseball bat and opened my door a little bit. But just enough to see out of. No one. I walked down the hallway and checked every room. No one, not even mom.
I decided to enjoy the quiet while I have it and eat a bowel of cereal. I sat there for hours waiting for him but nothing. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 6.
Odd, he would be home by now.
Everything was fine until something started to stink. I followed the smell to the kitchen. Nothing spoiled, nothing rotted, nothing. The windows were open, I assumed it was coming from out side.
I walked back to the couch and turned on the T.V. an hour went by and the smell got stronger. I decided to go check it out.
The smell was coming from the shed next to our house. As soon as I opened the door the smell of rotting flesh filled my nose. I wanted to vomit. I covered my nose and opened up the closet door.
My mom and dad were lying on the floor, lifeless. Mom had a bullet in her head, and dad had a bullet in his chest. I puked at the horrid sight.
Blood was every where, it stained the concrete floor. My vision got blurry from tears forming in my eyes.
Oh, mom. Why?
I sat down on a bar stool and cried. I sat there waiting for it all to go away. Wishing I was never born. I felt like someone was watching, but I didn't care. I don't care if I die. I want to die.
I felt someone hug me. I look up but see no one. Just a figment of my imagination.
After a bit if crying, I pulled my self together and thought what to do. I grabbed my emergency money, and packed a bag.
I was going to create a new life. A new story, change my last name to something other than that old mans name. It will be (Y/L/N), yes (F/N) (L/N). It will be a good start to a new life.
