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Author's Note…Sorry for the wait!
Anger
Chase has nobody to blame for the 'F' on his midterm but himself. It is all his fault; he knows this and he takes it like a man. He ignores Narkler's guilty stare, and he brushes past the other students in the hall gushing over their 'A' grades and their 'B' grades. They are not there. They do not matter.
His mother is home, and, for once, sober. When Chase shows her the failing grade, she does not look angry or disappointed. She does not express these emotions either. Instead, she is confused as she cannot remember when Her Golden Child stopped doing so well in school. He was always such a Good Boy. What happened, she asks him. When?
This is his final straw. He shouts at her, screams his head off that it's always been happening, and it is not his fault if she is too smashed to notice. You're a drunk, he tells her. You're a drunk. You're a drunk. You're a drunk. He says it over and over again, because maybe she'll realize it too and get better and everything will change.
But that is not how it's going to be. When he finishes his rant, instead of responding; she somehow gets smaller and folds into herself. She spends the next hour crying loudly in the next room, and it is not until Chase brings her a bottle of whisky does she calm down.
He got angry at her. That is another sin to add to his list, and another punishment he will face in Hell. He will be dismembered alive, which is a paradox, seeing as one must be dead to go to Hell, but that does not matter. This penalty does not matter, for by the time Chase reaches the afterlife, he will already be cut into so many pieces, there will be nothing left.