Two broken souls (Lams)

Sept

Suicidal thoughts 

"She's gone."

John felt parailized with fear, sadness, and anger. Henry took a slip from his whiskey glass. John stood still like a tree. Mary is still on ground to emotionally hurt. The rest of the family at the hospital. John knew the punishments for speaking up to his father but he was so worried about everything else. "You fucking killed her." He felt hot tears start to stream down his face "You took the only damn woman who would ever put up with your shit." He threw his hands up "Congratulations! You ruined more of my life." Henry stood up towering over John "I would never." John stood up straighter "Then tell me. Tell me how this perfectly healthy woman dropped dead." Henry smacked John across the face, not winning even a little whimper from John. "Damnit John let me fucking finish." Henry walked around John, picked Mary up by the collar of her shirt "Come on." John walked behind him hoping if he listened to his father he wouldn't hurt poor little Mary. "Martha! James! Henry Jr!" Henry shouted down the hall. The two came running out "Yes father?" Martha looked at James warning him not to say a anything stupid. Henry pointed to the car outside "We are saying goodbye." He whipped his head around "And this shit is getting the real story." he spat at John. They all got in the car.

At the hospital

John came bursting through the hospital room. Doctors looked over "And you are?" John stood up straight "John Laurens. Her son." The doctors moved over as they passed one put his hand on John's shoulder "I'm sorry." John nodded then walked over to Eleanor. Eleanor was barely alive but she saw John "Hey Johnny." She stroked his fluffy hair. "Hey mama." He took a seat down next to her "what happened?" Eleanor looked full of sorrow "Nothing. Just-" she didn't bother to finish. John held her hand and looked her in the eyes "did he-" John took a breath "do this to you?" She pulled him closer "John, promise me you will get the kids out." John nodded "I promise." Eleanor smiled, "Take them to my mother's home." John nodded again. She held John's hand tight. "Did he or did he not." John demands an answer "When you get home go into the basement. There go into the wooden box. I left a note. It will explain everything." Eleanor looked up at the roof "John, tell them I love them." Her grip started to loosen. She looked at John "I love you know that right." John choked on tears "I know Mama." She smiled one last time "Good." Her hand let go of his, her chest stopped, still smiling. John let go of her hand. Then hugged her sobbing, nearly screaming. The doctors came running in, they stopped to see John with his face buried into Eleanor. One pulled him back "Easy." John stood up. "I promise Mama." He walked out. He may have looked fine on the outside but on the inside he was falling apart. Everything was gone. The one person that truly knew him was gone. He walked the hall of the hospital letting the memories of how even when his mother was in pain she always found a way to cheer everyone up. John found his way back to the waiting room where his family sat waiting for him to return. He looked his father straight in the eyes, burning with hate "Shes dead. She's gone." Martha cuddled up to Mary and James crying. Henry Jr sat there frozen with sadness. John continued to stare in Henrys eyes "I fucking hate you." Henry did his evil grin, raised a brow then told them to wait in the car. John and everyone did as told.

~Ten minutes later~

Henry comes over and gets in the car "John." John looks over "Yes." Henry looked over at John "When we get home I want you in your room." Then turned his attention back to the road.

~Skip to the house~

It was nearly midnight when they all got home. John went up to his room like he was told but stopping by James, Martha, and Mary to say "Her last words were to tell you she loved you." That won a small smile from the three.

~In the morning~

John could barely sleep that night. He looked over at his door waiting, hoping that it was just a nightmare and Elanor would walk through the door coming to tell him to get ready for breakfast. But she didn't only Henry came walking in holding his belt. John got up and walked over to him "There's nothing you can do anymore. I have nothing. You have won. You have hurt me so bad that I have no reason to live." John threw his shirt to the side and turned around "Here I will make it easier for you." John stood there waiting but nothing happened so he turned to face his father again. Henry was staring at him confused. John snapped "Just fucking kill me already. Here take your gun and shoot me." He pushed past Henry and grabbed a pistol off of the table in the hallway. Henry watched still with a straight face as John walked back into his room. "Here." He shoved the gun in Henry's hand. "Shoot me. I don't fucking care anymore." He threw his hands up. "I mean look at me. I'm broken. My soul is broken. I have not reason to live anymore. You took it. You took the only reason I didn't just hang myself." Henry stood frozen staring at John holding the gun at his side. John had enough of life. He walked over to Henry "Here let me help you." He lifted Henry's arm and cocked the gun then stood in front of Henry again.