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Both are covered in the crimson liquid. It looks like my dad was trying to protect my mom, trying to save her from the monster who did this.
My…my parents. Maybe it’s not too late. Maybe I can save them.
I rush to my feet, sprinting over to my mom’s body. “Mom! Mom! Wake up, please. Please wake up.” I push on her shoulders, but she isn’t moving. She isn’t flinching. I touch her neck seeking her pulse, but my fingers slip from the blood. It’s covering every inch of her body, making her look unrecognizable. Only a coat of blood on what remains of my mom. Some of it is starting to get hard and crack on her skin, soaking in like a matted mess.
“Dad! Don’t leave me. I need you! Come on. Wake up, please. I’ll do whatever you want, just wake up, please.” Sobs ripple through my body uncontrollably. My throat burns from screaming. This can’t be happening. I need them. They can’t leave me. I…I don’t have anyone else.
They can’t leave me here alone.
They know I don’t like to be alone.
“Fuck.” I hear a voice behind me, but it’s faint. Arms wrap around me, pulling me from my parent’s bloodied and beaten bodies, but I can’t leave them. My arms flail as I kick and scream, trying to get out of the grip of whoever is holding me.
“No! Put me down, leave me here. Don’t take me from them! Please,” I shriek, thrashing around.
“Son, calm down,” the gruff voice says calmly.
“Don’t call me son! You’re not my dad. My…my dad…” Another guttural scream rips from my body.
“Let’s get you out of here.” He talks again, and I begin to recognize the voice. It’s Viper. He’s here.
“Please…please let me stay. I...they’re all I have. Please, help them. Bring them back. I’ll do anything. Please.” My body slowly loses its fight as Viper pulls me from the room.
I’m notsure why Viper was even there that day, but that was the last image I had of my parents. The last time I got to see them. The last moment with them that I’d remember the rest of my life. It hurts too much to think about them because the good memories always get clouded by the horrific last scene I have.
A branch snaps in the distance, pulling me from the reminder of the worst day of my life. I look down at the whiskey bottle in my hand realizing it’s already halfway gone. My mind is fuzzy and warm from the liquid coursing through me. My body slowly begins to relax from the alcohol I’ve consumed.
I never got to say goodbye to my parents. I didn’t realize the last time I saw them would be the last time ever. I can’t even remember if I said ‘I love you’ before I left for Nix’s house the night before. I can barely remember the scent of my mother’s perfume. The memories of how her pretty blue eyes would light up when I got off the school bus at the end of the day or the sound of my dad’s hyena laugh are all slowly starting to fade.
They were here one day and gone the next.
Just like Tara.
I didn’t even say goodbye. Not like I’d ever truly say goodbye to her, but I need her back. I need to know she’s okay and not being hurt.
I need to know that my sweet girl is going to fight and come back to me.
I need her. We all do. Maybe even Nix, who handed her over on a silver platter to the devil.
Without realizing it, I’m behind the wheel of my car again, driving down the driveway and pulling into the garage. Pushing the door open, everything becomes a blur. I’m not sure when I even started driving or how I got back here.
I shouldn’t have driven when I drank so much. I shouldn’t risk my life and the life of others like this, but I did. I’m selfish. I’m just like Nix. Only thinking of myself.
Fuck, I’m a mess.
I stumble, almost falling to the concrete ground but luckily, I catch myself. The room is spinning, like the walls are moving.
I need to lie down.
Straightening myself up as best as I can, I head inside.
I need to know if they’ve found anything while I was out wallowing in my misery. God, I’m an idiot for leaving.
Now that I’m back, nothing is going to stop me from finding my fucking girl.
Well, maybe just the brick wall of muscles I just ran into that has me fighting to stand upright.
Hands grasp my biceps, and I look up, meeting the brown eyes of the most beautiful man I’ve ever met.
