Savage Evil

IV.

   There was the beginning of the disaster, now with our brother leaving us to have a successful life, I remained with our mother, Camille.  Her arts of torture started to improve, from slaps, kicks, punches, to razor blades. What could a razor blade do to a poor, young, innocent body? Simply scars. How could she immortalize those scars? By throwing lemon juice over them. I'll never stop remembering that pain nor the pleasure from her eyes. It was like you were stung by a thousand wasps, and then a rabid ratoon would bite your hand. Amplify that to a dozen times, and you will have a simple idea of the damage done there, and the pleasure from her eyes, think about a wolf that hasn't eaten in months. 

   Besides all those dreams and reminders of the past, we get back to the alarm clock, that wakes me at 6 AM. This wouldn't be something surprising for somebody that works on a job, but I'm jobless, and I have a trial that has to prove my innocence on my foster mother's death. Two policemen were waiting at my doorstep, knocking louder and louder, until I let them in, plain naked. 

   - Why would you open the door naked?

   - Because you are too insistent about getting inside the house, so there you go, you can see my Weiner in winds, can I get some clothes on now?

   - Jerk, go on.

   I mimic a smile and loudly bang the door in his face. „ Good job, Edward!" sounds all over my head, with lots of trumpets. 

I'm grabbing my blue jacket, a pair of deep black jeans, and a pair of sneakers and exit the door where the two policemen were waiting for me, just to tie me up with their low-key handcuffs so they can have the pleasure after I've shown them my Weiner. The door of the white police car opens, and the black seats from inside are hot, especially after probably thirty minutes of the poor car laying in the sun. Those policemen really can't think about at least hiding it in a shady place.

The car starts with a few long cracks, but their faces show a glance of a smile, clearly being happy that the old, crappy car started from the first key so they don't make themselves embarrassed in front of me. The road until the court is around 10km, which should take us more than 15 minutes, if they, of course, drive legal. I can see the face of them, watching me in the rear window.

   - How could you do this to your own mother? The one who gave you birth, who kept you 9 months in her womb.

   - I would say I didn't do it, but of course, you won't believe me. I just arrived there, as I brought her flowers for her birthday.

   - Yeah, sure, and after that you killed her?

   - All right, jerk, you know what? If you want me to recognize a crime I didn't commit, then good luck being an idiot. Maybe I hated her, but as a stepmother, at least she did more than my biological mother has done in all of her years!

I have to admit, maybe I lost control here. Their faces are shocked, as they clearly didn't read the profile of the crime, or see that I was an orphan. I've never cried myself loud for being an orphan, or took advantage of it. I will recognize, I was actually calling her, mother, because that's what I was feeling and it would sound weird for me calling by her name. Having a stepfather gives you the advantage not to call him dad, or father, because it won't sound that weird. You can call him by a name, or just simply try to abduct his attention in other ways. 

We arrive in the front of the court, where the sky is purely blue, a few clouds being there just to annoy the picture of it, being poorly placed in wrong places. The building is really simple, with a tedious, dull appearance, but the sides of the beautiful small green trees, with the ugly song created by the birds, which sound like they are mocking me for being here, like I wouldn't deserve, but at the same time I do. It makes me go insane, but I have to keep my calm, and not make any scene here, because those two cops surely will go and beak everything to the Judge, and my case is rough as it already is all against me. They have my brother behind them, they probably have other witnesses that saw me when I entered the house and left it in blood, and I need to think about something quick.