Norma Jean - By Amanda Heath Page 0,74

next to one of mine and you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. That’s how I pieced it together. My mom was so drunk that day, but she asked why she was seeing a little “me” walking around. Things kind of clicked after that.

I already played the part of the bad guy, so why not throw me under the bus. In some sick way I think Cassie was trying to protect her brother from finding out she is a complete whore. Still is in fact, but that’s neither here or there.

Third, I didn’t kill Norma’s grandmother. The whole town of Duke knows she is the secret keeper and I went to her house to find some shit out. When I got there, she was already dead. I knew the police were looking for me in connection to Macy’s disappearance so I couldn’t risk just giving them a ring. So I called Norma. Yeah I got totally pissed when Chance answered and I acted like a dumb ass. I shouldn’t have been flipping that lighter where he could hear me. Now everyone thinks I killed Norma’s grandmother. Something I never wanted to be called is a murderer. Unless it was deserved. Now I have the headlines screaming this right above my name. It leaves me so unbelievably pissed off. I honestly want to kill someone.

I only showed up at that old ladies house to find out what in the hell happened to my mom. She isn’t missing or anything but I can remember a time when my mom loved life. She would get up every day, put on makeup, tell me she loved me, and go to work. I know my dad passed, and that he was a sorry son of a bitch. I was old enough to remember him. But what’s wrong with my mother is more than that. Something so fucked up happened to her, she won’t quit drinking and doing drugs. I’ve sent her to rehab, hell the woman has even had her custody of me taken away. Nothing will change her. Not one damn thing.

I used to let it get to me, but now I’m I just checking to make sure her dead body isn’t rotting on the bathroom floor. I think it would be a relief to both of us, if I found that one day. Though I think God is punishing her for something, and that’s the only reason she hasn’t overdosed.

So yeah that’s what I was doing there that night. Since she was long gone by the time I got there, I never did find out what my mother is hiding. Maybe she truly did kill my dad like most people think. That is one day I never want to relive.

I came home from school and there he was lying dead on his bedroom floor. There was a quarter sized bullet hole in the middle of his head. No gun in sight. They have yet to find the murder weapon to this day.

I could believe she killed him. He ruined her life, slowly but surely. First she popped me out at a young age, and her parents forced her to marry him. So there wasn’t any love between them, not that there ever was. Then he started to beat her every single day. She learned to hide it with makeup and excuses but everyone knows what was really happening to her. Not that anyone tried to do anything about it.

I think around the time that he died, it got so bad he wouldn’t even let her leave the house. He was always accusing her of cheating on him. Not that I see why it mattered, he was screwing anything he could. My dad and Chance’s used to hit up every bar they could find for a little piece of ass. I had to tag along some times. So yeah I knew Mr. Duncan was cheating way before Chance did. Maybe I should have said something, but why ruin his life like that? He was my best friend. Does that make me a bad person? Probably.

Fourth and final. I love Norma Jean Davis more than life itself. You can believe me or think I’m lying I don’t really care. It’s the truth and probably the most honest thing I have ever done. My love might not be pure like Chance’s. I did things I’m not proud of, but she’s mine. I don’t know how she could love a man like Chance. One who made