The Chains that Bind me

Prologue: A Damaged Past

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     That's all it takes for one completely normal person to turn insanely bad. We walk pass people everyday and think they have a great life, a normal life, but in reality they could be just as damaged as the next person, as us.

     Well, I could be considered one of those people. I once had a caring and loving mother. She was the ideal parent, who'd put you first even during times of struggle, but that was until my dad left. Not only did he leave, but the police took his place that night as we awaited his return.

They arrived around 11:30, five hours after he'd left, with a knock on the door. My mother and I walked to the white wooden door of our one story house, and opens it to see a larger man that screamed authority stepped forward away from his partner. The man looked to be around forty-five, with a beer-belly and a bald spot due to thinning hair. Him being blonde did nothing to help. "Hello, is this the May household? Home of Percy May?" The man greeted, revealing his rusty teeth.

"Uh- Yes this is it. I'm his wife Stephanie May and this is my daughter, Elaine. May I help you, sir?" My mother replied. Furrowing her eyebrows as she locked eyes with the emotionless blue eyes of the man.

"Well, yes. Um- I am Detective White", he says flashing his badge before I could get a clear look at it. "And I am sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but your husband has been involved in a tragic accident. And the results were fatal"

Upon hearing this, my world slowed down. I no longer heard the conversation as I latched onto my mother's leg and weeped. I only caught a few words. Detective White said that the car veered over the bridge as he crossed the Mississippi River and it was due to sleep deprivation behind the wheel due to a business trip, but none of it made sense. Why did he have bags packed? When did he pack them?

All I know is that they were lying. I knew the truth: he was escaping life. This void that my mother and I created in his heart in mind, when we should've been the one to better him. But how could we when he hated us?We were a burden to him and he didn't see divorce as an escape. Nothing was an escape to him- as he knew- so instead of running away he took his life to make it easier. That only made things easier for him, though, because he crushed us.

He broke us!

And that was OUR trigger because not only was it the beginning of my hurt and pain, but it ended my mother.