Forever Changed - By Jamie Gibson Page 0,1

to shoot you where you stand, so that I never have to look at you, ever again. I also plan to hunt down your precious daughter and do the same. I will find her and I will kill her!” My mother screamed this with so much hatred in her voice. I was terrified! Why would my own mother want to kill me?

My father looked at the door; he must have known I was hiding in that closet. I looked into his eyes and I could have sworn that his eyes turned a pale red. He winked at me, assuring me that I was going to be okay, but I was not so sure. A tear rolled down my cheek, as I looked at my father with remorse and fear. I didn’t want him to die!

My father would not give my mother the satisfaction of looking at her. He watched me, smiling, as my mother raised the shot gun a little higher.

She screamed, “You have hit me for the last time, you demon!” She pulled the trigger.

From there, it was like slow motion. My father’s eyes bored into mine, he opened

his arms wide, as if he were embracing the pellets, all the while continuing to smile at me.

The sound of the shot-gun was deafening, the kick threw my mother into the wall, and I watched in horror as the slug made contact with my father’s face! It took most of his head off, blood and brains splattered on the walls and the main entry door.

I kept hearing the same sound of the pellets coming from the shot-gun,-until I realized it was me making the sound. I was screaming louder than I have ever screamed in my life. I clamped a hand over my mouth, from fear that my mother meant what she said.

My head was spinning with so many questions. Why didn’t my father try to take the gun? He could have easily missed the pellets with his speed. Why does my mother want to kill us? What did he mean about, I needed protection? My most important question was why was he smiling at me? It

was like he knew something was going to happen, but what?

Looking down at my father’s dead body, I saw my mother standing over him. She pointed the shot-gun at his chest and pulled the trigger. This time the kick of the gun didn’t throw her back into the wall, she had braced herself.

Blood splattered her white sundress, “One for good measure,” she said while spitting on him.

She put her slender shoulders back and stood a little straighter. She repositioned the gun; slowly she brought her head up and looked straight at the door I was hiding behind. I started easing away from the door into the arms of the waiting coats. I saw nothing, but hate in her eyes. I knew then that she really was going to kill me!

Chapter 2

I could hear her walking to the door. I heard the loud thump of metal hitting the hard wood floor. I listened to the scrapping sound of it being dragged.

My heart was pounding harder than it ever had. I was terrified, I just watched my mother shoot my father’s face off and now she is coming after me.

I am only seventeen years old. I have so much I want to see and do. And here she comes to take my whole life away, how selfish and self-centered of her.

The scrapping of the gun stopped and I heard the door knob rattle. I sunk deeper into the embrace of the coats. This was it!

“You better open this door now, little lady or I will shoot you through the wall!” My mother screamed in a sing song voice. I shivered, even though I was wrapped up in at least a hundred different coats.

“What’s it going to be? Make your choice!”

“My choice is to run forever, to get away from you! My choice is to have a mother who didn’t just kill my father, right before my eyes! My choice is to wake up from this awful nightmare!” I screamed at my mother, my voice a little higher than normal, coming out in a squeaking noise.

“Well right now the only choice you have is to get out of that closet and get out now,” my mother said with irritation. “Come on Elizabeth, don’t you want to see your daddy?” Oh no, she just did not! The nerve of this woman, first killing my father and now taunting me