"He his what?""Am really sorry madam. It was unfortunate for him, but he died last week. His car was found down a cliff. The doctor that examined is corpse said that he was really drunk and that he died before the car had reached the bottom."
"No that's not true"
I said covering my month with my hands. Hot tears streaming down my cheeks.
No matter how much damage he had done to me, I still wanted him alive, right beside me.I cried all day not wanting to believe that he was dead, till the day he was to be buried by his fellow colleagues. I stood watching as his coffin dropped slowly into the dug earth. Then they closed.
She turned her face towards me now.
"Son am sorry I never told you since but""Hold it mum"
I said my eyes red as blood. I was angry. I was frustrated. I was sick of everything and this story she has told me as made it worse.I looked at her with disappointment.
"it's always been you. It's always been you causing all the problem we have. I wish I was never born to you, or I was Adam who died. You really are a_""STOP IT!!! JUST STOP! "
she shouted. Almost getting up from her wheel chair.
"Are you blaming me for everything that happened? Your father caused the death for him self. I wasn't the one who dropped Adam on the road to be crushed by a truck. Then how's it my fault?"
My eyes widen as I hear her speak.
"I hate you mum"
I said bending my head, my voice low."I have suffered for years so I could take care of you and your stupid illness you cause by yourself."
I raised my head towards her. Tears coming out from my eyes. "it all ends now. And I mean it now""Please don't do whatever your thinking. Please you still my_aughh.."
She stopped. The grip on her neck was firm.
"I need to do this Mum. You don't deserve to live. Besides you'd be dead anytime soon even if I don't kill you"
I increase the pressure on his hand. I cried as I strangled her. She couldn't speak but she struggled with efforts to release my hands that were firm on her throat.
"just die mum. Die! "
I said and her neck snapped. Her eyes opened wide and little tears flowed from the sides. Her lifeless hands slowly dropped from mine.
I left her, taking few steps back. I went to my room picked a piece of paper. And wrote.
"I had to do what I did."
I dropped the note on the floor and picked the gun in my drawer, pointed it into my mouth, and....
POOM!!!
I did not know what happened after that. But I know I must have fallen down on the floor with my skull opened.
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THE SHORT STORY SERIES
Historia CortaThis book contains all genre of short stories written by me. I call it the short series cause it's gonna be a long run but fortunately you gonna love it. *a book filled with stories related to love, heartbreaks, action, suicide, horror....name it...