The Love of a Silent Star

The Blood on my Hands

Chapter Nine

Russell's P.O.V

I'm sitting at the kitchen table right now waiting for my guardian 'mother' to get back from the store. Five minutes later I hear the door open and slam shut.

"How is Riza?"

She jumps at the sound of my voice. "Oh god Russell, I didn't see you there…Riza? Oh she is just fine."

"You were talking about Edward I presume."

"Well yes…yes we were."

"What are you going to do?"

She puts the paper bags on the table and sits down next to me and I adjust the chair so she does not see the sight behind me.

"Well you see Russell dear, Edward…how should I put this? Edward is a very messed up child, something is wrong in his mind."

"Why do you say that?"

"Children should not be making a business out of sex, and he should not even be having sex to begin with, he is just a child."

"Are you going to tell someone on him?"

"Yes…I'm going to have to, Edward needs help you see. He is hurting people."

"He hasn't hurt me." I whisper to her and she puts her hand on my shoulder.

"Social services will take him to a place where he can get better."

"You're going to take him from me."

"Russell…he's hurting everyone he touches including you. You may be too young to see it, but it's the truth. He needs help, now I'm sorry if you don't like that decision but it is necessary."

"I won't let you take him away from me."

"What do you mean Russell?"

"I begged for you too help me, but you just stood there and watched. He was hurting me and you did nothing." I say as she sees my ripped shirt, bloody body and torn pants. "He wouldn't stop hurting me; you said nothing to stop him."

"What have you done Russell?"

I stood and moved aside allowing her to see the body. She screamed and covered her mouth with her hands when she sees her husband lying face up on the floor. His pants and under-wear are down to his ankles, exposing his lower regions. A knife protrudes from his stomach, which is spilling blood all over the white tiled floor.

"I hit him on the side of the head, stunning him for a few seconds giving me a chance to stand, but you grabbed a knife and came at me, you cut me several times here and here," I say and show her the bloody marks on my body.

"Russell…I…"

I knock the bags of the table, flipping it on its side, allowing everything to fall all over the ground and puddle through the blood.

"I managed to grab the knife from her hands and trip you; he came at me again, so I stabbed him in self-defense, which will explain why our prints are on the hilt of the knife. I ran to the phone and dialed 911; I managed to give them our address, before you cut the line and started to beat me with the phone."

I am telling her all this when I hear the police sirens come into my hearing range.

"I shove you aside with all my strength and you trip over this table, hitting your head and you hurt yourself, allowing me a chance to run just in time for the police to get here." I say in conclusion as I walk toward her, angling her toward the table, her expression is extremely surprised and her mouth is opened in sheer horror at what I am telling her, so she does not notice the fallen table, which she trips over and crash lands on her frail hip, breaking it.

I see the tears start to flood her eyes, and she gasps in pain.

"Russell…why?" The tears were falling even harder, from her eyes and down her face.

"I told you I won't let you take him away from me. Did you think he didn't know what you all were doing? He knew, you fool." I chock out the last words, and it takes all my will not to cry for what I have done to this family.

"I really did love you, you know, but I love Edward more… I'm sorry, goodbye…mother." I say as I run out of the kitchen and out into the front lawn, falling to my knees, clutching my stomach and letting the tears slide down my face.

"What have I done?" I whisper to myself as the police skid to a halt in front of the house.