Jack's POV:
'We'll fix you.' Do I need to be fixed?
''He's a freak, don't you understand?'' Arguing again. I already knew who it was. I'm familiar with the voice, I mean surely you would be when it's your own family- your own father.
''Yes, he has issues.'' That hurt.
''but don't you dare forget he's our son,'' My mother screamed from downstairs.I sit in my room saying nothing, I was too scared to get involved. Too scared of what could happen.
Screams are heard and then a sudden crash. I panicked thinking the worst. I bounce, now appearing downstairs.
''What the-'' He glares at me, ''Didn't I tell you, didn't I fucking tell you.''
She seemed dizzy and weak. Before he could say anything else I had shifted closer. ''Stay away from me!'' I stop before moving to straddle my mother, who's now breathless on the floor. ''She needs help and she needs it now!''
"Oh come on Jack, don't try at tell me you care about the bitch!'' He blurts out and I can see the instant regret fall over his face. The anger building up inside was immense as fear and instinct took over. "Bitch? fucking bitch?" My shouts become screams. "That 'bitch', as you know is my mother." I get up from beside her, as she closes in on death.
"Jack-" he stutters while laughing nervously. "You know me, I make mistakes all the time"
"No. I don't know you, not a single thing because as you went out on your rounds of drinking or whatever the fuck you get up to-" I stop. He was never here. I lost most of my childhood including my father- an alcoholic prick who's now trembling in-front of me. It was always my mother who'd be there; keeping my head up while I had constant fits or attacks where my whole room would just shatter before me.
"Too many....too many mistakes" I glare at him gritting my teeth "I think it's about time you had your last don't you?" Did I actually say that? It didn't matter because what I was about to do I had no control over.
"Hah- you're joking right?" His face turns white as if he'd seen a ghost but I continue to move closer. "J-Ja-Jack" he whines.
Just like that I feel my body implode and he gets flung across the room crashing against the now wrecked table. "No. I told you I'm finished, you hear me? Finished" I cry lifting him up with an almost invisible force through my hands, now gripping his neck.I watch as he struggles between my hands. "Yo-you brought this upon yourself, you know that right" hot tears stream down my face as before he could say another word there's a 'crunch' as his neck snaps.
He drops to the floor- complete silence.
I know this was pretty short but as some of you know I've just started and wanted to get in the swing with things. Opinions? 😌❤️
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Broken Society (Jack Duff)
FanfictionIt was nothing. Well hidden or at least people thought. It was driving people out of society. Freaks! Demons! They're here to kill us all! Of course Jack understood none of it. He couldn't come to grip with what he had. It came out through emotion...