Chapter 1- Mom's Gone for Good
Lorraine's Point of View
I hated my life. Well, most of it anyway. My mom made the hugest mistake of her life, marrying Stephen Matthews. I hate my step-father. I guess he hates me too. Each night when he comes home, he's drunk. And I can still remember that night when my mom stayed up until three in the morning waiting for him. I still don't know why she bothered. But, who cares now? She's dead.
That night (or should I say morning) he finally came home. Since my mom got so uptight and worried, she, like all spouses do, started yelling at him.
"Where the hell were you?" she demanded to know.
"At work," my step-dad said while taking a swing of Corona. I knew he was lying. I could tell that he was drunk just by staring at his circular eyes and smelling his jacket. Then, out of nowhere, he pulled a gun. I screamed so loud that Two-Bit and Sarah came running to me. Two-Bit, or Keith, is my step-brother who's seventeen going on eighteen. Sarah is my kid sister who is eight. When they saw the gun to Mom's head, both of them froze like ice, and their faces turned as pale as a ghost's.
"Dad, please, don't do it!" Two-Bit begged with disbelief. He ran toward the gun, trying to pry it out of Stephen's hand. I grabbed Sarah and held her in my arms very tightly. Mom was just standing there, in shock. There were a few earsplitting gunshots to the ceiling. My step-father then kicked Two-Bit in the stomach and he crashed to the ground, yelping in pain. Another gunshot, then an ear-piercing shriek. I opened my eyes and looked at Mom. Immediately, I saw that the right side of her head was gushing blood. Sarah and I both broke down into hysterics. Stephen ran out of the room, out of the house, into his car, and sped away into the dark and lonely night.