Category : Stories

Sub Category : Drama

She died on a Tuesday.
 It was raining hard the night that changed my life forever. Mom and Dad were arguing as usual. My seven-year-old brother, Ritcher, always got scared when they fought and would sneak into my bedroom. 

We would listen quietly as Dad’s voice thundered over her like a cruel king talking to his subject. The part that scared us was when he turned violent. I swear Mom had a book she used for all the lies she used to tell everyone when they asked about the bruises and her frequent hospital visits. 

But that Tuesday the truth came to light. 

She no longer had to lie. Her death was his doom. 

I remember feeling grief at the loss of our mother but I also felt relief. He could no longer hurt her and Ritcher and I didn’t have to live with him anymore. Our mother’s death saved us.
I remember the funeral. It that following Sunday. The weather was bright and warm. Mom would have loved it so it was only fitting. Everyone wore black. I was amazed by all the people were there. Everyone from family to neighbors came to say their goodbyes. I remember standing next to her coffin as dozens of people passed by me and my brother giving us hugs and giving us their condolences. I could see their pity. They weren’t just sad for us because we lost our mom, but they looked guilty. Like it was their fault that my dad did this. I could see it in their eyes their words. 

I wished I could have saved her. If only if I had known.

I wasn’t angry at them. My mom loved my dad and would have stayed, regardless who tried to get her to see what my father was. The truth was, my mother knew what she got herself into when she married him. She would always tell me 
‘Everyone deserved to be loved. The unlovable needed it the most.’ My father was just that…
Unlovable.