First Encounter
Trapped Within Darkness Part 3 | Choice 6 - Mother of the year
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Trapped Within Darkness
Part 3.5: First Encounter
Pain rang violently throughout my head and blood ran down my face. It dripped off my chin and fell right between my breasts, slinking down my stomach until it came to a stop at my belly button. It pooled there in my navel until it overflowed and began staining my ratty white shirt. Holding my head back seemed to be doing nothing to stop the blood from pouring out. Rage filled my thoughts, overcoming the immense pain that was emanating from my nose.
That fucking asshole. Who does he think he is to make demands? How in the hell did he manage to toss me like a ragdoll anyway?
Collecting the lower part of my shirt in a wad, I pulled it up to my nose in an effort to stop the bleeding. This revealed my uncovered breasts, but I couldn’t care less. I winced as a shock of pain lurched through my face. It was almost unbearable. Tracing my finger along the bridge of my nose confirmed that it was definitely broken. Very broken.
I swear I’m going to kill hi–
My eyes focused on Kolt sharply. He had been pacing around talking to someone on the phone, but now he was sitting on the front steps of the house sobbing. His head was bent over, nearly in a fetal position against his knees. I could see his hands raking through his hair, pulling hard at times. Not a single feeling of remorse coursed through me. He deserves this for what he did.
Yeah, that’s right. You’ll think twice about fucking with me again. You’re my kid and you’ll do what I say.
More pain shot through my face like a lightning bolt. I can’t stand it anymore, I need something to help me deal with this. Letting go of my shirt allowed for the blood to start spilling back out, but I needed my hands. I started rummaging through my purse that had been sitting next to me. There was only one thing I needed to find – Oxy. For some reason, it was proving difficult to find with all the other pill bottles that collected within my purse. The next one that I picked up to read made me curious.
That could work in my favor.
When I got out of the car I made sure to grab the cup that had been sitting in my cup holder for the last few days. All the other cups were packed away with the movers, so it would have to do. A bloody mess, I started walking towards the house and up to my ungrateful brat of a son. He had been watching me since I left the car. Resentment filled his eyes. Before I had a chance to speak, he took the opportunity.
“I can’t leave Mom. I’d rather you call the cops then leave.” His eyes never broke contact with me, alluding to his seriousness “I’m not going to fight with you anymore, so you do what you need to do.”
I looked at him and calmed my face. “Baby, I’m not mad anymore. Let’s talk about it inside. First I gotta take care of this,” I gestured at the mess that was my shirt and face.
“But I thought yo–”
“Look Kolt, I was mad and I calmed down. I want to do what’s best for you, so let’s go inside and talk about it before anything is decided.”
Confusion littered his face. Kolt nodded awkwardly, still in disbelief. I followed behind him and watched him until he sat down on our staircase. “I’ll be back in a moment, just lemme clean up and get a drink to wash somethin’ down for the pain.”
All Kolt said was, “okay” before burying his head back in his hands from the stress.
I ran upstairs to use the bathroom that we had both shared. Looking at myself in the mirror brought back the mental anguish that I felt for myself and the life I left behind on that horrible day. The gaunt figure that stared back was no longer that person anymore. The feeling only lasted for a moment though before I snapped back to reality.
My shirt came off first and went straight into the sink to soak. Luckily there was still a half of a roll of toilet paper remaining on the holder. I tore off some pieces, wadded them up and plugged my nostrils. I took the rest of the toilet paper so I could keep plugging my nose every time the wads soaked through.
Turning my attention back to my grotesquely tie-dyed shirt, I removed it from the pinkish water and wrung it out to remove as much water as I could. Most of the blood stains remained, but they were less vibrant. It would have to do since all my other clothes were packed away. It was damp, but I slipped it back on and dealt with the cold.
I reached into my waistband and removed a pill bottle, while simultaneously filling my old cup with water from the sink. When it was full, I set the cup down on the counter and removed two pills from the bottle. I threw them into the back of my throat and swallowed them with a gulp of water.
That Oxy should help.
Reaching back into my waistband, I found the other pill bottle and removed it. When I opened the bottle and removed a pill, I stared at it for a second, considering. It was too late to go back now, but maybe I won’t have to resort to this if I can just convince him. I placed it on the counter and smashed it gently into a powder with the empty cup. Then it occurred to me, this might not be enough. So I repeated the process with two more pills. I refilled the cup and slid the white powder off the counter and into the cup. I gave it a good stir and began to head out of the bathroom. Then it occurred to me that I hadn’t checked the name on the bottle to make sure I grabbed the right one out of my purse in the car. I pulled it back out to double check the name. Triazolam. Good, I grabbed the right stuff. After all, I didn’t really want to kill him.
I headed back down the stairs and sat next to Kolt. He hadn’t moved since I left him, but when I sat he raised his head. He had been crying, his eyes were puffy and red. He wiped away the tears that remained on his face and stared forward.
“I brought you some water, baby.” I held the cup out for him to take, but he didn’t budge.
“I’m so sorry I hurt you, Mom. I don’t know what happened.” his voice kept breaking, holding back his urge to cry.
“It’s alright. Sometimes shit just happens.” I still held the cup out for Kolt to take, but he hadn’t turned to realize it was there so I put it down. “Can we talk about what we are going to do?”
He turned and faced me, “Are you serious about letting me stay?”
“If that is what you want, but can I ask why you won’t consider comin’ with me?”
This question seemed to rattle him. He paused and took a long moment to consider what he was going to say.
“I can’t leave them.”
“Who?”
“You know who; Dad and Oliver.”
It took everything in me not to scream at him. Why could he not let him go?! Why was he more important than me? Doesn’t matter, there is no convincing him. This is the only way.
“Say no more, I get it. I’ll bring you over to Oliver’s soon, just spend some time with me before we go.”
Kolt seemed surprised by this, probably because we haven’t actually spent time together in quite a long time.
“I can do that, Mom. It means a lot to me that you understand. This is not how I was expecting things to go.”
“Of course baby. Here, just drink some water for me please. You’ve had a really hard, long day and you need to stay hydrated. Especially after that spider bite. Don’t need you passin’ out on me” I held the cup out to him again and this time he took it. He didn’t suspect a thing as he chugged it down.
Finally.
He spent the next hour talking to me about his feelings. He mentioned something about nightmares he’d been having right before I tuned it all out. The Oxy was settling in finally and I started to feel fantastic. The world faded in the best kind of way.
At last, a break from all this shit.
At some point he called Oliver, probably to tell him that he was staying and that he’d be over soon. Little did that dumbass kid know, Kolt would never arrive.
It took a little while, but Kolt finally succumbed to the pills after fighting the urge to sleep for nearly two hours. He was sprawled out over the couch, breathing very slowly. I moved over to him and grabbed his arm. Dropping it on his face resulted in nothing more than a quickened breath. He was entirely sedated.
Time to get a move on.
I picked him up and started dragging him out to the car by his shoulders. At one point, I looked down and an image of Kolt when he was a baby flashed into my mind. The way I used to hold him fluttered around in my drugged mind. I ushered the thought away and continued until we got to the car. His head slammed against the frame when I sat him next to the rear passenger door. It was an accident, but he wouldn’t remember anyway. After opening the door, I stuffed him in and laid him along the bench. I considered a seat belt, but the effort it would take discouraged that thought. At last, it was finally done. I slammed the door shut, victorious.
I returned to the driver's seat and buckled myself in. Immediately, I pulled the pill bottles out of my waistband and returned one to the purse. The other, I opened up again to remove another Oxy from. I removed a few shooters from my purse, and opened one. The pill slammed into the back of my throat and slid down my throat, aided by the liquor. I set the other two shooters next to me and put the car in reverse. We were finally on our way to our new home.
Your choice seems to have been a bad one. Either way, Kolt ended up leaving with his mother. I think an important lesson was learned here; Not everything will always go as you hope it will. What’s next for Kolt? A new nightmare in the dark or a new nightmare in the light? You choose. Find out next time what your choice has in store for him!
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