Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
I stumble backwards and my back hits the wall.
Shit shit shit.
Where's the kitchen door? Where the fuck is the kitchen door?
My hand flew to the wall behind me, my fingers desperately reaching for the door handle I was so sure was there.
His eyes. Dark. Dark, sharp and scary. Terrifying. He's glaring down at me.
He's got a bat. I'm on the ground. On my knees. I'm crying. Screaming. Begging.
No.
He swings. Misses. I duck. He screams.
Glass breaks. Alcohol spills. Onto my face. Mixes in with my tears.
"She's gone. And it's your fault. You killed her. You killed my wife."
No. No. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't?
Did I?
No. She's my mother. I love her. I love her. I love-
"I loved her! And now I'm stuck with your fucking face!"
But I loved her too.
"Why do you look like her!"
Why do I look like her?
I'm in front of a mirror. I raise the scissors up to my face.
I don't want to look like her.
My eyes travel to the picture up on my wall. Her hair. Just like mine. Longer.
I want it longer. I want to look like her. Because I'm hers. Because I'm her son.
"Running away again?" his cruel voice spoke. "All you can do, huh? Well guess what? I've found you now. And there's nowhere to run to."
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