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Crushed Part 2 |
| Written by Jean | |
| Friday, 15 February 2008 | |
A fight had broken out. My house was messed up when we reached. I walked into the living room and saw Jake glaring at my dad, who lay on the couch in drunken stupor. The marble floor was covered with pieces of glass. Picture frames that once hung on the walls were all over the place. The family portrait was crushed. A stinging pain surfaced at my chest. And then my nose stung. I bit my lower lip and looked at my feet. Mike nudged me. "He's your son, damn it!" Jake shouted. He was bleeding at the left arm. "Who gives a damn? He's dumb, useless and retarded." He slurred, "go home at play with your toy robots, John...Jake... Whatever." That man was drunk. He glared at me. I felt my blood boil as he started cursing me. Suddenly, he raged towards my room. Alarmed, Langdon and Devon called out to me and Jake signaled me to go take a look at what was father was up to. He stumbled out with my old camera in hand. My eyes widened. I ran towards him and attempted to snatch it back. Father knocked me onto the floor. I glared back and felt my temples pulsate. "What the hell's wrong with you? Camera fetish?" Father nagged, still slurring. He smashed the camera onto the floor. Stomp. Crush. Jake, Mike, Langdon and Devon stared at the pile of crushed debris that once resembled a camera. I looked at the pile of crushed debris which once resembled my mother's camera. My cheeks burned with hot tears that shot down instantly. The pulsating in my temples quickened and intensified. I glared hard at that monster. "What? Stop staring at me before I dig your ******* eyes out, you filth!" Father snorted. I trembled with rage. A piece of broken glass became tainted with red as I stood up slowly, gripping it firmly. My eyes never left dad's cursed face. He got annoyed. "You're just like your mother. Wimp! Useless! Like your dead, pathetic mother!" he jeered as the warm liquid oozed down my fingers. The boys stared hard at the building tension between my dad and I. Neither of them dared to do anything silly. They watched with hatred as father taunted me about how pathetic I was. "Shut up! I ******* hate you! Go to hell!" I shouted back. For the first time. Father froze as I charged towards him. Jake was horrified. Mike and Langdon shouted at me. Devon rushed forward and gripped my arm. He failed. I lunged forward.
I knelt in a pool of blood. My hands bled. I released the piece of red glass and gazed down at the body lying lifelessly infront of me. Jake walked towards me. "You're one screwed up dude." Dad is dead. I killed him. I walked slowly towards the pile of crushed debris. My trembling hands tried their best to piece them together but to no avail. I sobbed softly. Clasping the crushed pieces, I walked out of the house.
"Wait, you tellin' me you murdered your dad?" The police stared hard at me. He frowned and stared at me in disbelief. I felt the pieces of debris once my mother's camera for the last time. I tried my very best to remember how mother looked like. Tears stubbornly fought their way out. Mustering my strength, I stretched out my bloodstained arms towards the bewildered man. "Arrest me." I said softly.
Copyright 2008 Jean |
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