THE SHORT STORY SERIES

The Fear

   I mostly feel mental derange each time I was maltreated by my step dad, quietly receiving every hit and punch he gave me just as my now dead mum once told me too.
The bastard killed Her.
    I could remember that unfaithful night he came back from where he had gone to play checkers with his friends at the Midnight Spark Club. As always, He had gambled and probably lost all he had, coming back home frustrated and intoxicated. My Mum always knew this, and then decided to prepare a palatable meal to avoid being beaten by him. As she prepared the food, I could see little tears from the corner of her eye, frustration and fear engulfed her. But then even with that, and all what He had done to her, she still loved and cared for him. She had one time cultivate in her mind a plan to kill him, putting poising in his drink but intentionally pored it when he was about drinking it. I clearly remember She received a black eye for that.
   She startled a little as she heard her name, the knife falling on a feet, placing a deep cut. "Am coming darling" she managed to answer, quickly using a kitchen rag to tie her feet to stop the bleeding, which obviously won't stop. I didn't move, I just watched her hurry out off the kitchen in fear. I felt sorry, but then I felt my mum was just dunce. She was being totally stupid. I stayed in the kitchen helping mum to serve the food in the plate when I heard a loud scream. I quickly rushed to where they where. There and then I saw my mum lying on the floor dead. That was the last of her I heard while I was in the kitchen. I couldn't move or say a word. My legs where shaky and my mind was numb. Hot tears slowly crept from my eyes. I knew if I ran He'll kill me to, but then I didn't hear his stealthy movement, He was already behind me.
"Say a word about this to anyone, and you're dead."
That statement had silenced me till today.