Michelle Pipes

2001

"I don't understand what the fuck is your problem," I snapped at my mom Moe. Is she really my birth mother? Or did she find me in a trash can? This woman has issues with everything I do. If she would make a dollar at objecting everything I do, she'd be trillionaire by now.

"That's how you talk to your mother?" She raised her brows like mountains.

"Mom, you heard me. Now stop pissing me off," I warned. "I am not gonna return those," I gestured towards the capris. The capris that I stole from a store.

"Look before you judge me, I am not a shoplifter, burglar or mugger by profession. Nor do I intent to make one. I just stole a nice pair of capris because I was a little low on the money. No one noticed. I didn't get caught. No big deal," I waved it off, hoping she would do the same thing too.

"It indeed is a big deal, young lady," She burst. "I didn't raise you to steal things. I raised you to earn things. Whatever sick idea got in there, these," She eyed those capris. "Must go back to the store with your sincere apology," She added never giving up.

"Oh, mom how classic of you. Always refusing to retreat. Sorry this ain't going anywhere," I declared and went to stuff those capris in my wardrobe. On my way to my room, I glanced at the sofa, a shopping bag lying.

"What's this?" I questioned. "Did you bring something for me, mom?" I sounded surprised. She shrugged. I parted the bag, forcing to open and a beautiful green keylock frock appeared. It looked splendid. "Aww, how cute. A frock for me. Keyhole is really not my type," I said remembering Mary wearing it all the time. "But I could definitely adjust. Thanks mom, after all you are not so bad," I commented, taking it with my capris to put in the wardrobe.

"That's not for you Michelle. Put it back," She blurted.

"What? I get that you are mad at me. Don't lie, I know you bought it for me," I gushed.

"No. You don't know. That's not for you. It's for Mary. Now give it to me," She hollered.

"What?"

"I and Mary ran into each other few days ago. She seemed So depressed she was having a hard time with her parents divorce. We were walking and talking as we passed by this store. She smiled for a second looking at that dress and I thought that dress could cheer her up so I bought it for her," She explained.

"You bought a dress for that trollop and not for your own daughter?" My voice reached the high pitch. "So now you care for that orphan and not me?" I snapped.

"Michelle. Mary is like a daughter to me.," She snapped back. "What is that filthy language? You are beyond hope. Stop. Stop and behave," She urged.

"So, she's your daughter now and I am the one to behave? What about your behaviour? You are disgusting me," I yelled.

"You are the one who is disgusting. You are the one who behaves like a trollop. I remember you saying that you and Dave are kinda a thing and when I told that to Mary, you gaslighted me saying that I am confused," She spat.

"I am not the one who is confused. It is your dad. Your dad who thinks it's normal for a teenager to have this temper. Seriously? Temper bad enough to hurt people? You are doing this since the day you were born. And your dad is no less either. You people got issues. Issues that needs to be fixed. Why won't you guys let me help?" She vexed. "I love you guys but this violate behaviour is no normal. Please, please. I beseech you. Let's get professional help," She pleaded.

"You are the one to talk about my behaviour and character? I saw you days ago in a café with your college lover Abel. You are a married woman. You are the one who is a trollop. Maybe Mary is the fruit of yours and Abel's sinful love. That's the only valid reason why you treat her as your own daughter. You are the one who is-" I didn't finish the sentence. Before I realized my cheek started to ache. It's swollen. She bet me. She bet so fucking hard.

"Stop blowing my fuse off. Abel is just a friend. I am completely faithful to you father," She shrieked.

Before I could control myself, before I could regain my senses, before I processed what has happened, the moment was gone. The damage was done. The damage beyond repair is done.

I grabbed a knife that sat on the fruit bowl. The Fruit bowl that was placed on the table in front of the sofa. I grabbed and pierced it into her neck. Red blood started to flow, that blood matching with her brownish red hair. Blood that started to drool all over her. Blood that her whole body is covered with now.

Her eyes flabbergasted, didn't leave mine. She held her gaze steadily with mine. As if, if she could, she would kill me with her gaze alone. She collapsed to the ground.

"I heard noises. Noises loud enough to disturb a man's slumber. What was going on?" Dad treaded to hall from his room.

His eyes finally met to the body that was on the floor. The floor which is as white as a marble is now strained with blood. Blood of my mother. His eyes glanced her neck. Her neck which held the knife is a position. The knife which ended her life.

"Michelle," My dad Hans yelled. "What have you done?" tears rolled down his cheeks with terror.

What have I done?

I killed my mother. I killed the woman who birthed me. I committed matricide. I am a murderer. I will be behind the bars for the rest of my life.

No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

"Michelleeeeeee," Dad yelled again.

"Dad. No. I don't know what happened. I -, I and mom," My words failed me. "She was cheating on you with Abel. I encountered her on that issue. She gone wild and started telling things like it's yours and my fault and she slapped me," I gestured my cheek to him.

"She- she said horrible stuff and she bought a dress to Abel's daughter and not me. Not me, who's yours and hers daughter. She behaved as if we-, we don't matter-" My voice broke, indicating to the dress she bought for Mary.

"Moe. My Moe. My wife Moe cheated on me?" Dad broke down. I nodded.

"It all happened so fast and I didn't know what happened and before I know, she-, she-" A tear rolled down my cheek. "It doesn't matter dad. It doesn't matter how much you and I loved mom, she didn't. And it doesn't matter what happened. I killed her. Even if I didn't mean to, I did it. I will go to cops and I will go to jail-" I didn't finish the sentence.

"No. No Michelle, no. You are not going to the cops or jail. If she was cheating on me, then she deserved this fate. I lost her and I don't want to lose you too," He confessed, sobbing.

"But dad, people are gonna know. They will know I did it when they find her," I wept.

"I will take the blame. I will go down for it," He said.

"No," I cried. "No, I don't want you to. That's something I did. Not you. Don't," I got on my knees, wailing.

"It's okay. I am doing this is to protect you. As your father I need to protect you. You finish the school, leave the town and go to college. You need to live your life. You have that right. Let me handle this," He assured me.

I nodded weeping having no other option left. He really does love me a lot. I heard a phone ring.

What? That's not mine or dad's. Someone is here.

I turned my head towards the ringtone. It was Mary Wecklic staring from the window.

What the fuck? She saw me kill my mom. "Dad, you take care of this. I will take care of that," I reached for the window. Mary started to panic and run.

No. I can't leave her. I chased after her. Thank the heavens the roads aren't surrounded by many people. She is fast. But I am faster. She ran into an apartment. This must be the one that she and Anthea got.

"Excuse me?" The watchman stopped me at the entrance. She ran without looking back. Shit.

"Ugh, hey. You see Mary, Anthea and I are high school mates. We got into this silly competition who runs fast. I am a friend don't worry," I smiled, panting. He seemed to believe me. Good. "So, did she get the flat number 313?" I threw a rock in the dark, in the hope that he would give me her door number.

"No mam, Anthea and Mary live in flat number 411," He replied. I thanked him and went ahead to catch my prey.

Looks like she went in an elevator. How stupid. As I said, I am faster I got to her house via stairs. Before she could close the door, I barged in. She looked terrified. Good, as she should.

"When will you get it into your head, dry paint? Do not butt in, in my business," I spat.

"Why? She is your mother. Most of all she's a nice person and she didn't deserve it," She blurted.

"She's a horrible mother and she was nice to you not to me. You are the reason it all happened. You and your willy father who took our places in her life. She deserved it for what she did to my dad," I shouted. Unable to control. After all she was my mother. No, no Michelle don't go there. Not the guilt.

I turned around to take a look at her house, its still unpacked. I glanced at a table, which appeared like a scientific study. This must be the research she's doing to enhance pets life. This research is her direct ticket to the college and here I am with none left to make it to college.

"I took your love from you and you took my mother from me. I am impressed dry paint," I huffed a laugh. "But my dad had to pay for all this. He's innocent," I screamed.

"As now my dad is suffering without his love, his wife, your dad will also suffer without love, his wife," I laughed like a maniac. She seemed confused.

"Oh, Mary. I am always a step ahead of you. Just like how you met my mother and corrupted her, I met your mom. Not by my real identity of course. I was the one who persuaded her to divorce and I am the reason she's sick. I might have injected her with ricin. She got few days left," I added.

"But this is not enough. If I leave you, you will be the end of me. So why not I be the end of you?" I worded.

"Michelle, listen to me, I am your-" I didn't give her time to complete the sentence, I grabbed her and hit her to the wall. Her head hit the wall hard. She started to bleed and collapsed to the ground.

Oh my god. Another murder.

I heard a knock on the door.

Oh no. No, no, no, no. Please don't be Anthea. I surveyed who it is from the cross bore in the door.

It's not Anthea. It's jaro.

Shit.

Wait. Perhaps, I can take advantage of this situation?

Q/A

Q. Where do you wanna study college?

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Q. What do you think will Michelle do now?

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Author's Note :

A chapter where everything about Michelle is revealed. Did you like it?

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