Two Natures

Chapter 6

"You killed him!"

"You killed my son you murderer!"

I was a murderer, I killed my Step-father. I am a murderer.

"I-,"

"Don't you dare talk to me young lady, your gonna pay for what you did."

A slap was echoed into my ears followed by a terrible sting on my left jaw.

I looked at Ms Byles, her face red with anger. It felt as if I came back to my senses as I saw her face along with the feeling of her hand on my face a moment ago.

Anger resonated within me as I remembered her sitting there doing nothing while my mom was being strangled.

"Don't you ever touch me again, I think you know what will happen." I said with a calm and steady voice.

She reverted from me with fear in her eyes. I on the other hand was bluffing, I wouldn't hurt her even if she's a two faced old woman. But a little space was good.

The police and the ambulance drove up in a hurry, I watched as the paramedics did their business, I guess he's still alive.

"Good morning, can you tell me what happened here." The police officer said to my mom.

She had a bruise on her neck and I was furious once more to notice that he held her so tight.

They went out of hearing as they walked further away. I looked to the other police officer, a old man with bald head that seems to be staring through my soul.

I took my eyes away from him since his stare was kind of disturbing.

I watched as the young police and my mom looked at me and that's when I knew they knew. I sighed, whatever is inside me needs to be controlled. It can't just go around killing people because it feels threatened.

I'm ready to take whatever sentence the law has for me, I'm ready to take responsibility for my action.

In the police department I wasn't listening intently on what the detective was saying.

Don't get me wrong, it's just kinda difficult to hear my life is basically gonna change. I just started my new school only to start all over again.

I will be transferred to Young offenders Institution by Monday morning- bright and early she said.

I was told that since I was just helping my mother from a terrible incident I was only going to serve six months in youth detention. And also since he isn't dead, however, he is in critical condition- the knife did go into his neck.

They also said that I could have a behavioural disorder since a kid wouldn't plunge a knife in someone's neck.

I was also considering this factor since there's no way I could be possessed by a thing that can control my body. I need answers and I need them now.

After sitting there zoning in and out, listening to the detective's low tone I tried not to let my mind wonder as that would mean I'm bored which at the moment means I'm disrespectful.

Soon enough my mom and I were driven back home in awkward silence. And of course we had to pack our things since My Step-father's mother kicked us out- not that I'm complaining.

That led us to my mom's house, just a bit bigger than my grandmother's house, no one stayed here after all, it needed some work done.

"Wash the dishes." My mother demanded. Those were the only few words she said to me.

I did as told and I went to bed.

"You are distressed, should I not have hurt him."

I fell asleep at some point, dreaming once more of this horrifying place.