Page 9 of Hades

Kyle scoffed and began pulling out the drawers beneath the sink, searching through each one. “Look around, we’re already there, mom, if anyone is going to a worse place it’s this prick.” Kyle kicked Xavier making his mom cry louder.

“Language, Kyle!”

Oh yeah, because saying fuck is what we should focus on here, Renee.

Their eyes collided, gazes violently exploding in mid-air.

Her rejection almost debilitating to a boy who once upon a time only wanted his moms love.

For fifteen long years he’d been the victim. The punching bag for every person that walked through the doors.

The emotional abuse he’d endured was his normal day to day suffering, so couldn’t his mom show him a slither of fucking kindness towards him now for trying to help her? Was he the evil in the room? Surely, he wasn’t the villain here. He’d fucking protected her.

He knew in the grand scheme of things Renee was just as incapable of emotional care as he was, but still, she was the goddamn adult here as she sobbed into her hands looking to him for answers.

All mixed up inside, he searched and found what he was looking for, she always kept them at the very back inside an old tin of altoids, like he wouldn’t know what it was hiding. Idiot. Shaking two pills out onto his hand he strode across the kitchen and shoved the drugs at her. “Take them.” He issued in a voice that didn’t sound like his. Kyle had aged in the last ten minutes.

“I don’t—“

“Fucking take them, Renee, or watch me pin you down and shove them down your throat. You’ve never refused your candy before, don’t try to pretend now. Swallow them, I need you to shut up and be calm while I deal with this.”

Sniffing, her blue eyes uninhabited and hungry, she licked her lips, the dead body all but forgotten for her when a greater importance had just shown itself. He sighed seeing the need for her drugs there. She was an addict and would always be an addict. How she hadn’t killed herself before now was just dumb luck he reckoned. She reached out shakily and took the white pills, swallowing them dry. Turning to him, she waited.

The tables of control had turned. He felt it pounding through his brain, she was now looking to him to know what to do.

“You’re going to get dressed, wear something real pretty like you made a damn effort for once,” he told her forcibly, “and get out of the house for a while. I don’t care where you go.”

“What—what are you going to do, Kyle?”

Besides deal with this living hell once and for all? Oh, maybe watch a movie, mom.Staring at her, he could understand why someone would want to strangle the woman. She’d never been a mom to him, not in any real sense, he was more of a hindrance to the woman than any blessing, she’d told him often enough how different her life could have been had she not given birth to him.

I think that had more do to with your whoring, but what do I know?

Instinct had driven him to help her, something overtaking him to stop Xavier hurting her, but now, he knew she was going to be a liability if he wasn’t careful of what he did next.

He refused to go to jail for this.

“I’m going to take the trash out.” His voice cold, he shook two more pills into his palm and shoved the tin back into the back of the drawer, before changing his mind and pushed the metal into his back pocket, better he oversaw them from now on. He offered her the other two. “Take these with you when you go out, donottake them for at least four hours or you’ll be as dead as this asshole.”

Responsibility battered around Kyle’s mind. Reckless responsibility thrust him into a brand-new life he hadn’t asked for but was prepared to run with it to see that man dead.

“I won’t—I—Kyle? He was a good man, sometimes. He was a man of God, he tried to do right by us.”Right. Of course.A priest doesn’t fuck whores, mom. A priest doesn’t have a score of kids. A priest doesn’t fucking strangle another person, or rape them every week. But again, what did Kyle know? The role models in his house were low on conscience for what was right and wrong.

Maybe he was evil after all. He’d been powerless to the devil in their space for all this time and now he was one of his monsters. Kyle mocked and glared down at the deadweight littering the floor.Look at me now, father, the monster won, didn’t he?

“Go.” He told her, “and don’t come back until tonight. And don’t tell anyone what happened, you got it, mom? Or you’ll be the one to go to prison, you don’t want that, they’ll think you did it, not a simple kid.”

He had a body to get rid of.

Kyle supposed that was the beginning of the end. Or maybe just the beginning. You can’t hack a body up on a kitchen floor and bury him in ten different locations and not have it change you somehow.

By the time, he was finished he was panting all out of sorts, adrenalin pouring through his sweat-soaked body, making his skin hum with a background noise he’d never heard before.

It was satisfaction. It was power. For oncehewas the victor. Holy shit, he’d won. The grin couldn’t be held back.

He passed by people on the street, his hoodie pulled up over his head, never clashing eyes, and he wondered, did they guess at what he’d done? Could they see the stain of evil on his skin? In his mind? Bleaching out of his gaze?

He felt different.

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