I.D.O. Chapter Two – Mother No More
“I Died Once” – Writing Project
Slowly I brought my head out of the water, and peeked over the ridge of the pool. My dark blue eyes piercing through the darkness, into our living room inside.
Fred looked to be holding one of our ivory horse bookends. He sat it down, and grabbed my mother’s feet as she lay motionless on the floor.
The next things that happened became a bit of a blur, but I believe he wrapped her in her favorite African rug, a gift from my mysterious father.
He then made his way to my room, he looked to be holding a gun. I watched, frozen, in shock, and horror.
When he reached my room, he didn’t turn on my light. He simply fired three shots into my bed. We had no nearby neighbors, so no one was likely to hear the shots, or see the flashing of light through my window. No one but me.
After this, he went back to the living room, picked up my mother who was now wrapped in the African rug, and took her out the front door. I assume he put the body in the trunk of his car. He then drove off.
In a trance of a sort, I got out of the pool, grabbed my pajamas, and went inside the house. I hesitantly made my way into the living room, holding my pajamas in my arms. There was a small amount of blood on the floor, and I was dripping water.
I quickly made my way to my bedroom where my bedding and bed had been ripped up from the gun shots. I got some clothes on, sat down at my desk, wrote a short note and put it in an envelope. I then opened a wooden box, said to have been sent from my father from Africa. Inside of it I took out a scrap of paper with an address in Africa on it, I copied the address onto the envelope.
I then ran outside and put the note into the mail box.
After this, I went to Tommy’s home, he said I could stay with them well I waited.
And waited I did.
I simply told his parents that they were fumigating our estate, and I didn’t want to stay in a hotel with my mother and Fred, who was actually my step father.
What a shock it must have been for Fred, when the next morning he found that my body wasn’t there.
He favored himself a hunter, and so I would imagine the hunt was on.
Each day I would make my way to my mothers estate hiding in the bushes near the long half circle driveway. For the first few days, the Police would come, I avoided the days they would search for me.
How did he explain it, originally his plan might have been that my mother shot me, and then disappeared. But what now, my mother and I simply left town?
And what about my mother’s body. How can he place the body somewhere where they could find it and still hope for her inheritance, when I am still missing. If her money is what he’s after.
He must be very stressed right now, very stressed indeed. With this I smile slightly.
After a week or so of doing this, I had got into a bit of a routine. A simple breakfast with Tommy’s family, and when I say simple, I mean boxed cereal. Followed by a journey from their home to my mother’s estate, where I lay behind the bushes and watch Fred tear out of the driveway in his little silver convertible that my mother bought him last Valentines Day. Happy V-Day Fred. And then he’d return skidding into the long curved driveway, and rush inside the house.
Poor Betsy was let go at some point, I don’t think Fred wanted anyone else around.
And to be honest with you, Fred wasn’t all together that couth. At this point, I think he had become the main suspect, as detective’s came and went frequently.
To Be Continued in Chapter Two (Part Two)…