Mike's Dirty Little Secret, chapter 25
The next morning
Mike had taken me back over to Billie's after my mom left and I slept over there. I woke up in Mike's large arms. I got out of his grip and I started to get dressed. Mike woke up in the middle of my dressing.
"Where you going?" Mike asked groggily.
"I'm going to go check and see if my mom came back," I replied.
"May I come?" Mike asked.
"Yeah," I replied.
Mike and I got dressed and pretty much was asleep in the house. It was a Saturday morning. We walked over and when I went to my house the door was open. I pushed it open and Mike followed me as I walked inside. The house smelled horrible, like death.
"Mom?!" I called.
No reply.
I walked through the foyer, then the living room. Things were broken, turned over, and shit was everywhere.
"Mom?!" I called again.
I walked into the kitchen and pots and pans were turned up, some food, a little bit of vomit, which was nasty.
"What the hell happened" Mike asked.
"Hell if I know,' I replied.
We decided to walk back through the hall and down to my mom's room and when we did, we met a horrible site:
On my mother's bed, laid my mother, dead, the heroine needle still in hand.
"Oh my god," I whispered. "Mommy."
Mike wrapped his arms around me and hugged me. I turned around after he hugged me and there was a note. I walked over to the bed and I picked it up.
Destiny-
I know you'll find my body first. I just wanted to tell you, I hate you. You were a worthless daughter. You never did anything to make this family look better, after your dad died, I expected you to step up and take more charge. But what did you do? You went and started being a little slut and a little punk ass kid. Those damn neighbor kids turned you into a slacker and an asshole. I expected you to be better than me. But look, you're no better than me. Sleeping around and being a druggie. I honestly expected more of you. Well, I'm killing myself because I just can't take living anymore. I leave everything to you; do whatever you want with it. I don't care. Even though I hurt you, somewhere inside of me I still love you. Bye.
-Mother
Mike hugged me again and he told me he loved me. I called the police and they came and took my mother's body. I didn't even cry. She had said all I thought she would say. Mike asked me why I didn't cry and I told him simply:
"Mike, I only cry for people I love."
And that was all. Mike stayed over at the house with me. We had sex three times. I had no problem with what had happened.
Mike had taken me back over to Billie's after my mom left and I slept over there. I woke up in Mike's large arms. I got out of his grip and I started to get dressed. Mike woke up in the middle of my dressing.
"Where you going?" Mike asked groggily.
"I'm going to go check and see if my mom came back," I replied.
"May I come?" Mike asked.
"Yeah," I replied.
Mike and I got dressed and pretty much was asleep in the house. It was a Saturday morning. We walked over and when I went to my house the door was open. I pushed it open and Mike followed me as I walked inside. The house smelled horrible, like death.
"Mom?!" I called.
No reply.
I walked through the foyer, then the living room. Things were broken, turned over, and shit was everywhere.
"Mom?!" I called again.
I walked into the kitchen and pots and pans were turned up, some food, a little bit of vomit, which was nasty.
"What the hell happened" Mike asked.
"Hell if I know,' I replied.
We decided to walk back through the hall and down to my mom's room and when we did, we met a horrible site:
On my mother's bed, laid my mother, dead, the heroine needle still in hand.
"Oh my god," I whispered. "Mommy."
Mike wrapped his arms around me and hugged me. I turned around after he hugged me and there was a note. I walked over to the bed and I picked it up.
Destiny-
I know you'll find my body first. I just wanted to tell you, I hate you. You were a worthless daughter. You never did anything to make this family look better, after your dad died, I expected you to step up and take more charge. But what did you do? You went and started being a little slut and a little punk ass kid. Those damn neighbor kids turned you into a slacker and an asshole. I expected you to be better than me. But look, you're no better than me. Sleeping around and being a druggie. I honestly expected more of you. Well, I'm killing myself because I just can't take living anymore. I leave everything to you; do whatever you want with it. I don't care. Even though I hurt you, somewhere inside of me I still love you. Bye.
-Mother
Mike hugged me again and he told me he loved me. I called the police and they came and took my mother's body. I didn't even cry. She had said all I thought she would say. Mike asked me why I didn't cry and I told him simply:
"Mike, I only cry for people I love."
And that was all. Mike stayed over at the house with me. We had sex three times. I had no problem with what had happened.
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