Chapter 2 -untitled-
I was dead.
I don't think I ever really wanted to be dead. It just happened. I remember the day oh so clearly. I hadn't actually thought the bullet would actually kill me. Maybe I was asking for it. I figured that possibly my aim would be off and only cross my head and leave me with minor head injuries. Nope. I was completely wrong. In movies it always seemed to happen when a character was commiting suicide. What made me any different? Oh well. It doesn't really matter anymore. It's not like I can do anything to fix this mess. I just wish I could go back to the week before my "accident." I was so happy to be alive at the time. That was before HE came into the picture.
He was my mom's new boyfriend. Greg. I didn't like him. I practically hated him. And I know for a fact that my mom knew about my strong feelings against him. I guess she never really thought about it much because she asked him to move in to our house. And he said yes of course. Probably had never gotten any from a woman before so he figured this was his chance. Disgusting. This was one of the last times I questioned my mother's choices.
He was too rough on us, in my opinion. I'd noticed marks on my mom's legs shortly after he moved in. I'd questioned her about them, but the only response I got was that she was clumsy and had hit them on table. For the fifteen years I'd known my mother, never in my life had she ever been clumsy. I automatically blamed Greg, of course. My mom denied this and said Greg would never hurt her. Lies. All lies.
I finally confronted Greg about my suspicions.
"Greg, we need to talk," I said confidently looking him in the eyes.
"Okay shoot, kiddo!" he replied almost too clam. He called me kiddo and I hated it. I was not a kid. I was a young lady. I was Amelia. He never did call me Amelia. Always kiddo.
"I know you're behind my mom's injuries. Don't even try to deny it, you filthy scumball!" I stated with emphasis on 'filthy scumball.'
"I think you've got it all wrong, kiddo. I would never-"
"DON'T CALL ME KIDDO! MY NAME IS AMELIA! AND DON'T LIE EITHER! YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE BEEN DOING TO HER AND YOU NEED TO STOP NOW! I MEAN IT! YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE MESSING WITH! GOT IT?" I had screamed at him. I could feel all the heat going to my head and my eyes filled with tears. I was furious.
He stood there in awe. He didn't say another word and neither did I. He could tell I meant business.
That night there was a lot of yelling between Greg and my mom. Not the hurt screaming. More of a 'Get out of my damn house or I'll call the cops' screaming. And you know what? Thats exactly what my mom said. And thats what he did.
Things were quiet around the house, but it seemed so loud from the ghosts of memories. I couldn't stand it.
Strike one.