The Scars That Heal

Chapter Seven

Hello, well here's chapter seven. School starts tomorrow. Someone just shoot me in the face. ._____.

Well, enjoy. <3

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I was kneeling on the ground when I heard them wheel by something else. I looked up to see another body covered in a sheet passing by me. I was  confused, I thought for a moment. Hadn't my father killed my mom in a drunken rage? That's what I thought would've happened. Since she didn't  want to tell the police about the abuse she dealt with, it was honestly only a matter of time before she ended up getting killed by that prick and it's not like I could always have been there to save her.

Unless, he killed her and then killed himself. That makes sense, he can get what he's always wanted and not go to prison. What an asshole. I slowly stood up and brushed the dirt of my jeans, I walked over to a police woman to find out exactly what had happened to my mom. "So, what happened here?" I asked wiping a few more tears from my face, they just wouldn't stop.

She gave me a 'who are you to know ?' look and I slightly put my head down so she wouldn't see me roll my eyes. "I live here. I'm the son of Julie and Rick Stone." I told her with a disgusted tone at my fathers name. "Oh, I see. I'm so sorry about what happened here today." She said in a sorrow filled voice. "Well, that's the thing. I don't even know what happened here today, all I saw was two bodies get wheeled out of my house." I said a little irritated. I wanted to know what happened to my mom.

The police woman nodded her head and handed me a piece of paper, I took it confused. I opened the crumpled up paper and inside saw my mom's handwriting. I read the note with trembling hands, 'Mason, I'm so sorry about what I'm going to do. I'm sorry for leaving you this way. I found out about what your father did to you, he got very drunk the other night and pretty much told me everything. I don't think he realized what he was saying, but I knew it had to be true. I always saw the signs, but didn't think it would ever lead to anything. So, that's why I'm doing this. I can't take it anymore, I'm killing him for you. I'm giving him what he's deserved for all these years, but that also means I must kill myself. I'm sorry, Mason. You're a good kid, I know you can make it. I love you, kid. - Mom' As I read her last words to me I started crying. I couldn't help it, my mom was dead because of me.

I know why she had killed herself, I know she wouldn't have been able to deal with the pain of knowing what her husband had done to their own son. But, she also wouldn't have been able to live with the guilt of killing her husband. No matter how much he deserved it, that was still her husband and she was the one who killed him. I ran to my car and buried my head in my hands. I reached into my pocket for my ipod when I felt something next to it.

I grabbed for whatever it was and realized it was the paper Scarrlet had written her number on. I immediately took out my phone and typed her number in. It rang a couple of times before I heard the voice that I had grown so fond of answer the phone. "Hello?" She answered. "Hey, Scarr. It's Mason." I said into the phone and my voice cracked. Shit, she's going to know somethings up. "Oh, hey. Uhm, are you okay?" She asked me, sounding concerned.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine, do you think I could come back over?" I asked her, trying to keep my voice as even as possible. "Of course. Just head on over whenever, I'll be here." She told me. "Cool, thanks. I'll be there in ten." I said and hung up the phone. I let out a heavy breath and quickly walked back to the police woman. "If you need to contact me here's my number. I'll be staying at a friends house as it seems you guys are busy." I said as I quickly jotted down my number on a slip of paper she handed to me. "We'll have to call you in for questioning tomorrow." She said and took the paper with my number on it.

"Okay. Well, you have my number." I said and rushed back to my car. I backed out of the driveway and sped to Scarrlet's. On the way, I tried to stay strong. I couldn't let her see me like this, I didn't want her to see me broken. She would think I'm weak and couldn't handle myself. I wouldn't be the bad ass guy that defended her in the parking lot, I would be nothing. But, I couldn't help the tears that ran down my face as I thought of my mom.