Chapter 8
Sins of the Father 1
She waits for midnight to strike. Before, it was for the father of her sons, now it was for her son himself. Was she a bad mother? That one lady, her son had been declared guilty by a jury of murdering that college girl, but he was really innocent the whole time.
Her son. No, he had killed someone in cold blood with a gun all because of the gang. The same gang abandoned him after promising they were family. Well she really was Luthor's family! So she had to work two jobs and never saw her boys, but it was all in sacrifice for them.
It was a no win situation for her ever since Willis got put away: work but lose her boys, or love her boys and lose the house. Her youngest had nearly gone the same dark road as well.
Blaming herself, blaming God, finding fault with all of the wrong people when she should have put the things out of her control into a higher power's hands. It was difficult, like jumping off a great cliff and trusting someone you could not see to catch you. People who did so blindly without questioning never had something bad happen to them.
Why did bad things happen to good people? She had told Tess that one day she'd be sitting in a church waiting for midnight to come again, but this time she was not alone. Her baby boy helped keep vigil as his older brother got put to death. Her youngest is the only man of the house now. It was no guarantee he wouldn't fall down the dark path, but at least he was living. Samuel was still in school, working part time doing odds and ends in the mechanic's shop, a far better cry than Luthor at his age.
Luthor had just turned 16 when he was sentenced. There had been a cry for leniency from the public. He had turned around, found God, but it was too late. Neither the judge nor the state governor could be persuaded. The delinquent had killed a cop. Mother and son had grown closer in his last months on death row than in all the previous years together. They don't talk about the angels, but they do have more conversations about God and the hereafter. He knew a certain angel will take him where he would go, good or bad, and the thought comforted him.
But the angels were gone now, and mother and son were going to be separated.
The stroke of midnight, a quiet hand is laid on mother and her remaining son's shoulder despite no one else being there.
She sits and prays.
I admit I wasn't paying much attention when I was watching this episode and missed the revelation that Willis was Luthor's father. This episode was really interesting and emotional. I think all of the episodes were taken off Youtube so I hope everyone can catch some of the episodes somewhere. I was unhappy with this oneshot and to my surprise I wrote two more stories to make up for it. They'll be posted next.
Regards,
Grignard