Loving You - Chapter 1 (Patreon)

It takes a lot to create a good person. You begin with love and care, nurturing and compassion, and letting them blossom into that wonderful person that will change the world forever. I'm not one of those people. It doesn't take much for a person to become void of any emotions that resemble love. It can take the smallest thing to push them to that brink. Abuse. Murder. Torment. The smallest thing that can lead you to hate everything and everyone you come into contact with.

"Maria, quick! Get into the house!"

The screeching of tires and harsh shouts from my father woke me up out of my peaceful slumber. I had never heard my father speak that way to my mother before. Not the harshness of it, I'd heard that plenty of times. But the panic that was laced under his harsh tone was all but new to me. My Fathers car came to a screeching halt in front of our mansion. Before I had time to fully wake up my mother was beside me jerking me out of the backseat with frightened eyes.

"Damien, Mi amor, you need to wake up, come on we need to hurry." The most frightening thing was the fact that my mother had let her gentle emotions towards me slip out in front of my father. In my house that was a big no no. But my father paid no heed to her actions toward me as he rushed us both into the house. The echo of my fathers shoes and mothers heels were deafening across the entryway floor. My father ran straight to his weapons vault and pulled out 2 guns. My mother snatched me up and ran to the nearest closet swinging open the door with little grace. She sat me down in the closet and stared at me for what seemed like forever. As tears began to well up in her eyes she finally found the strength to speak to me.

"Damien," She began while caressing my cheek," You are my greatest accomplishment in this life, I love you more than i love my own life my sweet boy. I want you to grow up big and strong and dont depend on anyone in this life but yourself do you understand me?" Her hands began to shake as big tears started rolling down her face in waves. "Mommy-" I began but she interrupted me. "Listen to me baby, you can do anything you want to you are destined for great things, I only wish I couldve shown you what true compassion means." She took in a shaky breath " Dont live your life fueled by hate and rage mi amor, learn to love, that is my last wish for you,"

She stopped speaking and grabbed both of my cheeks in her soft hands and kissed my forehead lingering for a moment. I dont know why, but I just stayed there with wide eyes staring at my mother as she broke down in front of me as if she would never see me again.

"MARIA!"

My father shouted at her from the space in front of the grand entrance to our home. She quickly looked back at me one last moment before kissing me one last time and whispering what sounded like a prayer to me. She stood and stepped away from me lingering in the archway before closing the door and scurrying to where my father was standing, grabbing the second gun from his hand. I could see everything from the shutter door i was hiding behind.

The front door began to make noise as if it was being hit by something. My mother jumped and my father looked at her with a myriad of emotions across his face. One emotion I was unfamiliar with because I had never seen it on his face before. He grabbed my mothers by the back of her head and pulled her in for a long kiss. He then moved her to step behind him just as the front door was obliterated into millions of fragments of wood. Two men stepped in wearing suits and sunglasses even though it was dark outside. They didn't give my father a chance to react as they shot him 3 times. Once in both of his legs and his right shoulder. He collapsed like a heavy bag in a heap to the ground groaning in pain as my mother dropped beside him screaming and crying as she tried to stop his bleeding. The first man in the suit pointed his gun directly in my mothers face and told her in a clipped tone, "Move"

With a cry she shot her gun and hit him in his chest . The second man fired a shot at her hitting her in the arm, causing her to drop her gun. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her away from my fathers body just as another man walked in through the door. I knew his face before because he spent his days around here all the time. I didn't remember his name though, i just remember that he was one of my fathers close friends. Why would he be doing this? He walked up to my father and started to beat him brutally as i sat in the closet not too far away watching in helpless horror. The whole time he slowly drained my father of life he had this cruel smile on his face. And when they were sure he was dead they turned on my mother who was screaming and sobbing not too far away from his now lifeless body.

The man turned to his men and told them " shut her up" as if he was talking about an annoying dog not a woman that just witnessed her husbands murder. Everything happened in slow motion then, creating a memory that would be forever etched into my memory. The man holding her hair slapped her in the face knocking her to the ground, and pulled out a gun. Unloading the gun into her body. Her agonizing screams never stopped until he put the last bullet between her eyes. And with that the men left the home disappearing into the night as quickly as they came.

I waited for a little bit before i left the closet. Ignoring my fathers lifeless body I ran straight for my mothers. Her eyes were still open as she stared at the ceiling in horror. Her face began to blur and when i blinked droplets of water splashed her now lifeless cheeks. I touched her face and moved her hair out of the way.

"Mommy? Mommy wake up... Mommy please wake up.. please" she didn't respond to me. As i sat there next to my parents lifeless bodies that night i had a new revelation. Hateful people weren't born into this world. They were created. By murder, abuse, and torment.

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