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“Of course I’d love to come to the party,” she gushes, and my teeth snap. “Tomorrow night is great. If the girls need help, I’d be happy to.”
My hands ball.A party tomorrow? Too bad she won’t be making it.
“Sure, honey. You go. I’ll see you all tomorrow. I love you, son.”
I love you, son.
I wonder for a moment how it’d feel to have her say that to me.
Pinching my eyes shut, I take in deep breaths, steadying the ravaging of my exhales. She will get what’s coming soon enough, and she will see my face as I rob every quaking breath from her lungs.
She drops her keys and cell on the counter, not seeing me as she opens the fridge. Not knowing there’s a monster lurking behind her, quietly prodding closer until my arm curls tightly around her throat.
“Hello, Mother,” I chuckle humorlessly. “You look so happy. I can’t wait to take it all away from you.”
She gasps, her body jolting, trying to turn to look at me. “Oh my God!”
My laughter echoes.
“Please, please, don’t hurt me! Just talk to me!” she pants.
My forearm snaps tighter, suffocating her, enjoying the way she claws at my bicep. She knows exactly what my name is. She named me.
I drag her backward toward a chair around her table and shove her into it. She notices the mask, the knife in my hand, the blade sharpened to perfection. I didn’t intend to use this one on her. Ihad a special one custom made just for her throat. But here we are. Improvisation has always been a strength of mine.
Her eyes fill with terror, and her hands shake.
Good. She deserves this. Deserves worse.
Reaching inside my pants pocket with my other hand, I remove a pair of zip ties, twirling them around my finger.
Her tears come heavy now, her eyes rimmed with regret, with pain I can’t seem to care much about. She didn’t care about me. Why should I extend this woman, this stranger, that courtesy?
“You won’t need those.” She inclines her chin toward the ties. “I won’t be going anywhere.”
My lips wind up, and I stuff the ties back inside. “You’re right, Mother. You won’t be.”
I take a single step toward her, tipping up her face with the edge of the blade, nicking the underside of her jaw. Drops of blood pool around the metal, and her eyes? They hold mine, brows furrowed as her chin quivers.
“I’m sorry,” she cries, sniffling back. “I?—”
“Shut up!” I roar. “I don’t want to hear your bullshit fucking apologies! That isn’t what this is about. What’s done is done. And today, you will finally pay for what you did to me.”
She sobs, shutting her eyes, trembling from how hard she cries.
“Open your eyes!” I holler. “Open them or you die right here, right now!”
She slowly reverts her attention back to me and blinks through the moisture building.
“Did you even care?” I wrench back. “Did you even wonder about me?”
She nods. “All…all the time. I—oh, God, I’m sorry. I’m so,sosorry.” Her words strangle out of her. “I hoped and prayed you had a good life, but I—I was wrong,w-wasn’t I?”
She shakes her head, wails like this is somehow all about her.
“You were.” I smirk wickedly. “Guess I wasn’t important enough for you to check on me.”
“I’m so sorry!” she continues to repeat that same shit over and over, and it only enrages me.
