Tag, You're It

four

"She spat at me. She spat in my face and left me," T-Bag was sat on the bed, head in hands, "So I killed her."
He was clearly heartbroken. I was scared, but almost felt sorry for him.
"I'm sorry, Theodore, that's horrible. I'm sorry she betrayed you like that..." I sat down next to him and put my hand on his thigh; he looked up at me.
"I just wish -" I slowly slid my hand higher up his leg, towards his... private areas, "I wish I could do something to make you feel better..."

T-Bag smirked and turned to face me. He couldn't stay sad. As he leaned in to kiss my neck, I, with all my strength, hit him over the head, then on the knee, with the faucet in the cell, which I was able to get loose from the sink. He cried out in pain; I pushed him off me, grabbed the keys, and escaped the cell, locking him in in the process.
"You bitch!" he shouted, on the floor, a cut in his eyebrow starting to bleed.
"Sorry, Teddy," I winked with a smile and started to walk away, dropping the keys on the ground. I was getting out of there.
Just as I approached the staircase that led down to the ground floor, and therefore to the exit, T-Bag shouted after me: "Susan Hollander!"
"What did you just say?" I turned back to face him. He was on his knees, tightly gripping the cell bars to keep himself upright. His voice was strained due to the pain he was experiencing.
Running his tongue over his teeth, he said, "Her name was Susan Hollander."

My blood ran cold. My chest tightened. It was him.
I stormed towards the cell and slammed my fist into the wall. I barely felt the pain.
"It was you."
T-Bag grinned and sucked on his bottom lip.
"It was you." I dropped to my knees; I wanted to scream and cry but I knew I couldn't. Not there. Not in front of him. The cold, cement floor was my only comfort.
"That's right, Gracey," his Southern drawl making him hiss, "I killed your mama."

When I was four years old, my mother left home with her boyfriend. She was crying a lot, so I had assumed he was taking her out to cheer her up, but we never saw her again.
My brother and I were traumatised. I don't remember anything before the moment that I realised mommy wasn't coming home. She was gone and she wasn't coming back.
It just didn't hit me whilst T-Bag told his story, he hadn't told me any names, but now he admitted it, it all became so uncomfortably familiar. The girlfriend was my mother... I was the daughter, my brother was the son.

Suddenly all the memories came back. All the memories I had tried so hard to block out were rapidly leaking into my mind. My Teddy-Bear...