The story of my life (wattys2019)

Chapter 5

We stayed with Charlie for one week before we packed into our own apartment. I began smiling again, she returned my smile and laughter. She wasn't that busy as she was back then, she created time for us, she taught me lots of things, my grades leveled up. I was more joyous than I used to be. We were told that Anthony was sent to a rehabilitation center in Wisconsin where he'll receive some treatment against mania. 

Meanwhile, mum and I enjoyed life. I was really happy for mum, she got along with Charlie, and they were planning to get married, I was so lucky to have a stepfather like Charlie. Even with my happy life, I did not forget his words, "I'll always find you, you can't escape your fate." Those two sentences kept echoing in my mind. My life took a different turn that one night, the night of my birthday when Charlie asked my mum to become his wife and his soul mate. Charlie and I planned to surprise mum, she was slim, beautiful with eyes like stars and long black hair. She gave birth to me when she was nineteen years old. Her family disowned her just because she wanted to be with Tony. I think they were right. Anthony is a beast. 

She asked me if she should invite friends of mine, I said no, I didn't want a crowd on my birthday, I wanted mum for me alone, I wanted us to celebrate as a family for just once, mum, Charlie and I. Charlie was late probably selecting a good ring, so mum and I started without him.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you Alex, happy birthday to you. May the good Lord bless you, may the good Lord bless you, may the good Lord bless you, Alex, maybe the good Lord bless you!!!" She sang, clapping her hands at the end.

"Wow mama, you sing like an angel." I complimented with a broad smile.

"Thank you, Alex, now blow the candles." She said, I took a deep breath before blowing the candle. "Now say a prayer to God," she said.

I closed my eyes and prayed, "Lord, I want mama to live happy for eternity, I also want to be happy too, please grant my wishes, for in Jesus's name I prayed. Amen. I looked up at mum with sparkles in my eyes.

"Look at you, seven years old, you are growing up, very soon we'll celebrate your 20th birthday." She said with tears in her eyes, not tears of sorrow but of joy. 

"As long as you are there celebrating with me, I will forever be happy," I said climbing the couch and kissing her on the lip, I loved her so much. "I love you!" I screamed.

"I love you more, as big as the sun." She said while pulling me in a hug and kissing my curly hair. A knock on the door interrupted our emotional moment. I ran to the door thinking it was Charlie, I opened the door with a smile, my smile immediately faded, a man stood towering me, with a mask, I could only see his eyes. His hair, mouth, ears, and nose were totally covered. He was in black, he was holding a GUN! 

Before I could run he grabbed my wrist matching in the house.

"Alex! Mum screamed when she saw the man holding me while I squirmed in his grip. 

"Mama help!" I cried.

He pointed the gun to the side of my head, "I kill him or you?" He asked in an evil tune. 

"No, don't hurt him! Take me," she said the last part looking at me with pleading eyes.

"As you wish babe," he said, arming the gun at mum, he fired, making a loud sound as the gun jerked. The first bullet hit her stomach. "Happy birthday Lex," he said in his charming obsessive voice while laughing maliciously, pressing the trigger for the sound bullet.

"Mama!!! I screamed while holding my ears, fat tears streaming down my face. After the second then came the third, the fourth, and the fifth. I bit his hand and he released me cursing under his breath. He ran away while I ran to mum. She lay in a pool of blood, her blood. 

"I-i L-love Y-you f-ever, a-alw-ways." She stuttered in pain trying hard to speak. I grabbed her hand. 

"I too, I love you. Please don't go, stay mama, please, please do not leave, I want you to stay!!! I sobbed, tears dripping to the floor. She stopped moving and her eyes opened staring blankly at the ceiling, but she was not breathing neither was she moving. 

"Jessica!" Charlie screamed running to us, he crouched down to us. "Oh my God, Jessi!" He screamed seeing her bloody body. He closed her eyes, I noticed his glossy eyes. 

When the ambulance came the paramedics took mum with them, I was screaming, crying, and begging them not to take her away, I tried holding her but Charlie grabbed me firmly. I kicked and screamed but he was too strong. 

Two weeks after the tragedy, we did mum's funeral, everyone was dressed in black, I wore a black suit, Charlie, too. I didn't stop crying, Charlie had told me before that mum was sleeping a long sleep, that she was in heaven. After her funeral things were not how they were, I was really sad and lost my appetite. Charlie would always urge me to eat or to sleep. I couldn't sleep. The Devil was back haunting me in my sleep. Repeating the scene that took place when mum died, his voice, his light brown eyes, his statue, his touch, and hold, all seem familiar. But I couldn't make a clearer picture of who he was. When Charlie asked me for a declaration, I always described the man in tears, I drew him on each paper in my room, I drew him on the walls everywhere. I was running insane. Charlie was shaken and worried about my sudden depression. I hated God, I despised him for killing her, I prayed to him and asked him to make my mama happy instead he killed her! Or maybe God doesn't exist, mama was wrong, she was worshiping a non-existent God. I was always saying to myself, I'll avenge her. 

The unexpected happened when Anthony came to reclaim my guardianship. I was so scared, the first question that came to me was. How is it possible? I thought he was in Wisconsin. Charlie said the doctors released him because he was fine. Charlie would always add, I don't think he's fine, he's just pretending. 

Charlie refused to give me away, they went to court, it was proven by Anthony's doctor that he was alright, his mania problem was solved. I was taken from Charlie and given to him. He told me he'd changed, that he'll never hurt me again. I knew it was just a lie, that he was doing all those to look like the response father he was not. For three good months, some people would come to check on me, Charlie was coming too. But they stopped, then we left California to Miami, and my hell life began, he started with simple slaps and yelling then it went to its full extent. As years passed it became worse he would punch and kick me till I was bleeding. At times he was drunk, it was always better when he was drunk than when he was full of strength and mind. His consumption of alcohol and drugs reduced, just because he loved seeing me cry and scream from the pain and agony he was afflicting on me. 

That was just the first part of my torment.

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