10/20/06: Hello again! I hope I'm not taking too long to update. School gets in the way. I'm trying to get this out tonight, I have practice tomorrow.

10/22/06: So I didn't get it out on Friday like I planned. But I'm getting it out today! Whether I like it or not!
PS: Keep those reviews coming! You guys motivate me:)

I stand still, uncertain of what to do. I hear sirens coming closer through the pouring rain. I hesitate. My hand traces the glass to the door. I grab the handle and pause. I look back up at her, I can't leave now. I open the door and walk in.

My feet leave foot shaped puddles behind me. My hair drips water to the carpet floor. I'm mere feet in front of her. I stare down at her, flashing lights direct my attention to the window. Red and blue lights swim around in the night air. I fall to my knees and crawl up beside her. Resting my head on the counter as she is. She's shaking. I'm not sure what to do. A single tear runs down her cheek. I've only seen one other woman cry before.

My mother.

There was pounding at the door. Followed by foul language and slurs.

"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR. I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE."
It was a mans voice. His voice was deep and serious.

My mother took me by the hand and led me up the stairs and into their bedroom. My father remained at the door. Pushing his body against it.

"Johnny. Look. I need you to hide under here OK?"
I shook my head and looked past her shoulder to my father. His back was against the door and his face was red and moist.

"JOHNNY." She took my chin with her fingers and forced me to look at her. My eyes widened. "Stay under here until I say its safe to come out OK?"

"OK Mommy." I replied. I turned to crawl under the small crack under the bed. She grabbed me by the arm and spun me around into her arms. Her heart beat was frantic as she held on to me. She kissed the top of my head as she pushed me away from her. She dropped to her knees.

"I love you, Johnny."

"I love you too, Mommy." A small smile came to her face. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

"Mommy? Why are you crying?"
She opened her mouth to speak. My father began yelling. His words were incoherent. Her attention darted towards the window. With a single hand she pushed me under the bed. I crawled under. My head barely peeking out. I heard crashing. Kind of like glass. A high pitched scream.


"You fucking slut."

"Just walk away while you can. Please. Don't do this." My mother pleaded to the man.

"CAN'T YOU SEE WE'RE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER?"
My fathers footsteps were heard pounding up the steps.

"Are you O--" He paused.
I looked frantically from the three pairs of feet.

"So this is the bastard huh?"
The man took a step towards my mother.
"Well then, You'll have the pleasure of watching me kill him. Slowly. And painfully."
My mother gasped.

"Well, well well." The man walked past my mother and moved onto my father.

"What do you want?" My father replied. His voice calm.

"I want you out of the way. That's what I want. But we all can't have happy endings now can we? I'll start out with how I met your wife and how I fucked her."

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" My mother defended.

"I know, Honey." My fathers voice was honest.

"Well, she would come into the store. Every Saturday. And go to my cash register. After a while, I noticed how pretty she was. And how much I longed to be with her. To touch," he moved back to my mother, "Every inch of her skin." His hand was no longer at his side, but somewhere on my mother. "How I wanted to taste her," He took another step towards her. "How I wanted to be the only one in her life." He turned back around. "Did she ever tell you I asked her out?" He didn't wait for a reply. "Well I did. And when she declined I thought my world would fall apart. I waited for the next Saturday to come along, to confront her in one of the aisles. And make her fall in love with me. I even fixed my hair all nice. And then when she came in, she was holding a ki--" He dropped his voice to a whispery snarl. "Where's the kid." It was more of a statement than a question.

"He's not here." My father answered bravely.

"Oh, now now. Think about what you are doing! By letting him live. He'll grow up parentless! With, after all, both of you will be dead by the end of this conversation."
I gave out a little gasp, but quickly covered my mouth with my tiny hands.

"Oh well. Not my problem." He spun around. My mother ran over to my father's side. The man took a step towards the two.

"Goodbye darling." His hands tangled with her hair and pulled her to the opposite side of the room. She dropped to the floor on her knees.

"DON'T! PLEASE! JUST STOP!" She pleaded once more.

"NO. THIS IS YOUR FAULT! ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS LOVE WITH ME! IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK?" He stopped talking and grabbed my father. Pulling him to the ground, then onto the bed. The mattress bounced on top of me. I can hear my father gasping for air. The man's hands tight around his throat. This went on for what seemed like hours. When finally my father decided to fight back. He threw his foot into the mans stomach. The man toppled backwards. He reached into his pocket, it was shiny. Then pounced back onto the bed.

"No, NO! STOP IT!" My fathers voice was now frantic. The movement on the bed turned into a frenzy. Then, they suddenly stopped.

"NOO!" My mothers voice cried.

"Your turn, bitch."
The man jumped off the bed and landed on the floor. He kicked her over to her backside and straddled her. He brought his mouth close to her neck.

"AHHH GET OFF OF ME!"
My mother was able to push him off. She ran towards the door, he grabbed her hair and pulled her back. His bear like paws grasped her shoulders tight. He began shaking her.

"Why? WHY? WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST LOVE ME?" His shaking began picking up speed.

"BECAUSE YOU'RE PSYCHOTIC!"
He let her body dropped to the floor. She sat on her knees.

"Psychotic?……. Not even close." He felt around the waistband of his pants and pulled out an object. "Bye bye beautiful." There came a sound. Like the cocking of a gun. Then a blast. My mother rolled over to her side. She was face to face with me. She struggled with her words, as she grasped her stomach.

"I….I…..I….Love….You….Johnn….Johnnnyy." Another tear rolled down her cheek and fell to the floor. She reached out her hand, and I took it reluctantly. The man turned to leave. I heard his heavy footsteps beating against the steps. The front door slammed shut. I waited a few seconds, then crawled out. I released my mothers hand and ran over to the window. The man was wearing a white shirt, covered in blood. And simple blue jeans. He ran his hand through his hair and walked on. I ran back over to my mother. Flipped her over onto her back.

"Mommy? MOMMY?" Her eyes were shutting. My eyes released tears. I crawled up next to her and kissed her cheek. They weren't as warm as they used to be. I looked back at her. Her eyelids were shut. "Mommy? MOMMY? MOMMY WAKE UP!" I shook her. When no response came, I pounded my fists into the carpet floor. There was a slight stirring on the bed. "Daddy?" I jumped up onto the bed. He was barely alive. The white sheets were painted red. I placed my small hand on his cheek, rough with stubble. He coughed, and blood appeared. He coughed again, another puddle of blood. "We'll…We'll… be.. Watching.. Over you.. Son… We…Love….Youu…." I shook my head,

"NO! DON'T LEAVE ME!" It was too late. I curled up into his arms. His warmth was escaping. I cried myself to sleep. When I woke up, his heat was gone. And so was he. My mother was still sprawled out on the floor. Her life taken as well. My parents. Were dead.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts, I look back at her. The hair on her arms are standing, goose bumps have formed. Her body lightly shaking. I'm still uncertain of what to do. I touch her bare skin, she flinches as much as I would of. I wrap an arm around her shoulders, like I've seen others do. She doesn't react at first and then she rests her head against my chest. Another strike of lightning. The lights go out. We sit still in the dark, her faint sobs are the only sound breaking the silence.

Do you remember that, Devi? Well I do. That's the first I ever held onto someone like that. Especially a girl such as yourself. I never felt such emotions run through me like that. Those tingles. I understand them now. They're good tingles. Very good tingles.

Love, Johnny.


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