When she shout at me like that; it wasn't has terrifying as the look she gave me.
It was like the killer was not that man, but.
Me: "sorry"
Me instead; as I grip that bloody dress; holding back my tears and take in along an heavy breath.
Me: "I'm sorry-"
Mom: " SHUT UP AND GO AWAY"
Uncle: "KERRY "
I look around and saw uncle Eddy; he was upset; not at me, but mom instead.
He just walks past me and grabs mom by the arm and pulled her off the ground and drag her butt in a corner.
I followed them and sit behind the wall so they wouldn't see me.
Uncle: " are you out of mind!? SHE JUST A KID"
Mom: " I already know that! "
Uncle: " no you don't! and what was that look you gave her just now? it like-"
Mom: "like what eddy!?"
Uncle: " like she the one who killed PETER"
I felt a pain in chest when I heard that.
Me: "I killed daddy?"
Uncle: "Raven?"
I cover my mouth but uncle had already found me.
Uncle: " no honey-"
Mom: "yes you did! YOU KILL-"
Uncle: "KERRY"
Mom walked away and uncle said many thing trying to convince me that mom was just sad and didn't know what she saying.
{1 month later}
It's been a month now since dad died and today's the funeral; moms crying her eyes out and so did everyone else; except for me of course.
After all mom and her supports said a killer doesn't deserve to cry.
{Time skip}
A few more years past and now I was primary/middle school.
Mom seems to have pick up a new habit of cussing, drinking, smoking and beating the living shit out of me along with my class bully and cousin.
Mom: " Where the hell have been? "
I just pulled the door and she already in my face holding and drinking a bottle of rum, I sighed at the sight and just answered.
Me: " I would have been home early if you just let me-"
I had to duck in order for the bottle not to hit me; as I stood up; I looked at her, this woman I call Mom just try to hit me again and this time with a rum bottle.
It was bad enough that she hit me with the glass cup that broke due to the impact and cut my ears and now this.
Me: " I'm... I'm glad that Daddy died so he didn't have to stay married to a monster like you!"
I don't care what she or anyone else think of me; this is just too much now. She as become a monster and refuses to acknowledge that.
Mom: " And if a selfish brat like you wasn't born he would be alive!"
Me: " No mom! if I was never born he would of never stay with you and you freaking know It !"
This was it for me; I nolong care, an I've said almost everything that she needed to hear; after slamming my door shut; I called it a night.
Then next day I woke up early dress in black from head to toe, put on my black nail polish and mascara around my eyes that I never once used in my life since dad died and left for school.
Looking like one of those dark emo bitch; I'm about to be; since this is nothing but a silent war.