The Third Story - Dear Mom & Dad (Part 3)
I screamed at the sight of Roger's body. I knelt down by his side and tried wiping off the blood on his forehead but it just got worse, and my hands were dripping with blood too. Dad was standing, just staring at me, holding a baseball bat. Mom came up to me and knelt down beside me, looking at Roger and she said, "It's okay now honey, he can't hurt you anymore, we finished him off," I was so shocked, how could those cruel words came out of her mouth, I was so filled with disgust, I pushed her aside and tried pulling Roger up, all the time trying to wake him up. We need to leave this house. I turned with Roger leaned on to me and staggered towards the door. That was when I felt a hard hit from the back of my head. And I fell to the floor, along with Roger. Everything was spinning, round and round, and I closed my eyes, trying to lessen the pain I felt on my head.
When I opened my eyes. My hand was tied up. I was laid on a bed. It was a rather small bed, a children sized bed. The bed had pink coloured sheet and there was stuffed dolls placed all around me. My head still hurts. I squinted my eyes trying to focus my vision. Dad was drilling and Mom was seating on an old rocking chair, huddling something in her arms. She noticed that I was awake and smiled at me. "You might want to meet your sister, Mary, she misses you, maybe you can play with her for a while," and she stood up from the chair. My dad finished drilling and he hammered a hook into the wall. He finished fast, and turned to her wife. Dad hugged Mom and they walked to me, all the time smiling at the thing my Mom was holding in her arms. I was so afraid, but I couldn't do anything. They sat on the bed, and put the thing next to me. I almost faint out of screaming, for the thing next to me, was a rotting corpse of a small girl, strands of her black hair still stuck on her scalp, and there were worms wriggling in and out of her pink frilly dress. I screamed till I sounded hoarse. But all they did was just smile as the gazed lovingly at the dead body.
"You guys are crazy! Nuts! Get away from me! Get that thing away from me! Oh God!" I shouted. Mom spoke, "your sister, she was so badly hurt, when the wretched man rapped her. He forced her and she became depressed. The police caught the man, but Mary, poor Mary was still disturbed by what happened. She wouldn't eat, not even her favorite lasagna. Then she died. It was so unfair, our whole world was falling apart, but then we found you Monica, you looked a lot like your sister. Black hair, fair skin," and Dad continued, "So we took you home from the orphanage, we decided to protect you from any harm. We could not let the same thing happened just like what happened to Mary. So, we captured those naughty boys, and brought them here, and made sure they caused you no more trouble, ever again," my dad stood up and walked to a switch. He flipped it on, and I saw everything. There hanging by the ceiling, was the body of all the boys I've dated. In one long row. And now, Dad just finished adding one more hook to the row, for their new collection, Roger.
"At least, your sister won't be lonely with these boys here to accompany him," and she smiled. "I'll go and get the knife," and she walked out of the room. Dad came closer and sat next to me and the dead body, "We love you two, very, very much..." and Dad fell to the ground, unconscious. Roger had woke up and beaten him on the head from the back. "Are you okay?" he asked. I nodded. He untied the rope, binding my hands. We walked out of the room and we're in the basement. Roger saw the baseball bat on the floor, among the boxes, he picked it up and we climbed the basement stairs out into the living room.
We ran to the door. It was locked. "Where do you think you're going without telling us, honey? You're grounded..." and Mom slashed blindly at us with the long knife. Roger took a firmer hold of the baseball bat, "I'm sorry, Auntie, but we've got a party to catch," and with one hard swing, my Mom was beaten down to the ground. He then kicked the door open and we ran out of the house into his car. He started the engine. His face was still flowing with blood, but he looked relieved. I was too. We've escaped hell.
But we're wrong. My phone rang. I answered the call, "I think you've forgotten you're lunch box, honey," I looked back. My Dad's truck was chasing us. They're still following us. Roger understood the situation and he sped up. We drove up the cliff area. And Dad's truck started banging into Roger's car. Roger sped up cornered and turned the car. We're beside the truck now, and Roger accelerated and banged the truck knocking it off the road, down into the cliffs, 50 feet below, along with my parents. Ex-parents. And that was the last time I ever saw them again.
I stayed over at Yvonne's home. The house was just full of bad memories to me now. I found out that Mary was rapped by a man when she was just 12. Traumatic and depressed, she refused to eat and died. Her parents got depressed too because of their only daughter's death. That was when they adopted me. Things should have gone better. But they got over protective. And thus, the disappearance of the boys happened. It was my fault after all, those boys, actually died, because of me. The police came and dealt with the case. The dead bodies, Mary and those boys, they were placed where they should have been in the first place. I was really grateful for Roger, he stayed by my side through everything. I was finally safe.
It was such a rough year, but I pulled through. On my graduation day, there was no tear filled parents sitting there, proudly, heads up high, to see me receive my graduation certificate, but, I didn't mind. I was relieved never to see those two person I once thought to be my parents. When the ceremony was over, I took some photos with my friends and they all left for photo taking with their own families. I sat down on one of the benches. It was a very sunny day and a hand grabbed me by the shoulder. Roger massaged me and then sat by my side. "Where's your parents?" "They met an old acquaintance, and well yeah, they talked, so I've got some spare time for the lonely girl sitting on the bench here," he answered with a grin. "Thanks Roger," and I laid my head on his chest. I closed my eyes, trying to forget everything, just appreciate my life and how lucky I'd been, and my phone rang. I answered the call. And a familiar voice, the voice I never thought I'd ever hear in my whole life again, sounded from the speakers to my ear.
"Congratulations on your graduation, honey, Mom prepared your favourite dish to celebrate together, lasagna"...
And so the star ended a story and retreated back behind a cloud.
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