I remember the night my mother died like it had been yesterday...I don't think I could ever forget what my dad had made us go through.
I was ten when my mother rushed into my room tears running down her face, she told me to hide, anywhere under the bed or in the closet, she just wanted me to hide. I quickly went under the bed, not wanting to upset my mom, because she was clearly upset already. That's when my dad came in, he was holding a gun.... I didn't understand why at first why he had a gun or why mom was crying; I was scared though.
"Do whatever you want to me but do not, DO NOT, do anything to Jax!" My mother yelled standing up. That's when it happened right before my eyes... my dad shot the gun and I saw my mother's body fall in front of me.
My farther left without a care, I heard the front door slam; I saw the car leave. I crawled out from my hiding spot and held my mother's dead body.
"Momma, momma wake up." I cried into her chest.
"Momma he's gone, Momma wake up!" I heard sirens and I saw older men walk into my bed room.... They took my mother away.
One of them lifted me up and sat me on their lap, "sorry champ," he was sad, "your Momma won't be waking up."
We sat there for hours it seemed me crying into the stranger's chest saying, "no not my Momma she's strong. She'll wake up."
She wouldn't my own farther shot her in the heart insuring her death.
They told me they didn't know who had shot her, they thought I just walked into my room and saw my mother dead on my floor.
I lived my next four years with a killer.
It was on my fourteenth birthday, I decided to start beating my dad to show him the pain of my mom before she past, he fought me back. That's when police came, it was me and my killer of a farther.
One of the police men pulled me away and asked me to get into his car, I did. My dad was put in a different one, that one had it's lights on. I knew then that they had finally arrested my dad.
"Where are we going?" I asked the officer who took me.
"Some where better son, somewhere better." I recognized the voice, the office that took me was the same one that held me in his lap as I cried.
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Forgiven.
Teen FictionA young boy witnessed his mother die in front of his eyes by his own dad. His dad kept him until he was 14, that's when the cops found out what really happened to his mom. The boy blamed himself for his mother's death and his dad being the one who k...
