Beckett P.O.V

I went downstairs, leaving the bat near the doorway. I new that when Monday came, I would need it. That was how he was going to die, and I hoped that he would be in pain. I wandered into the kitchen, taking a glass from the cabinet. My head was pounding, eyes aching, yet I refused to give up on staying awake. It would make everything a lot more theatrical, and would perhaps baffle the many professionals the would try and analyse the reasons why I operated the way I did. Listening intently to the soothing sound that the water made as it filled the glass, I switched off the tap, resuming my usual place at the breakfast bar.

I watched the doorway for what seemed like hours, taking the odd sip from my glass of water, thinking intensely. I wasn't exactly sure what I was thinking about, but I knew that whatever it was was a side effect of the cocaine I had taken earlier. It was probably an indication that I needed to take some more - but I couldn't move from my spot. I was frozen, staring into space, having forgotten the time of day. I heard somebody get out of bed above me, the floorboards creaking a little under their weight. I put my glass to my mouth, the crisp, cold water making my teeth ache, gulping loudly. The toilet flushed, a tap was turned on, the rushing water making my ears ring. If I could've been bothered, I would've gone back to my room to read or something. Something other than sitting silently, alone in the kitchen would've been ideal - instead I sat, watching my mother appear in the hallway. I heard her sigh, rubbing her eyes, before tucking her hands into the pockets of her large fluffy robe.

"Beckett, how long have you been sitting there? You look exhausted." She said, standing in front of me, gently stroking my pale cheek. I shrugged, taking another sip of water, as she put her hands on her hips. "What's troubling you baby? You only stay up like this when your mind's not at rest." She said, drumming her fingers against the countertop.

My eye twitched, as the noise she was making felt ten million times louder than anything I had ever heard. I bit my bottom lip, trying to think of an elaborate lie. I couldn't tell her that I was planning on killing her husband. She'd laugh, shake her head, then ask me if I wanted any breakfast. If only things were much simpler. "I don't feel well momma, my head aches and my stomach hurts." I lied, making eye-contact with her so that she would feel like I was being genuine. She cocked her head to the side, wringing her hands in front of her. The cut on her face was fading, and I was glad of it. In a few days time, she'd never have another cut on her face. All of her worries would be irradiated, and she'd be finally free to keep her earnings.

"Would you like an aspirin? Drink some more of that water. You might just be dehydrated. The only time that I see you eat is around me, you probably do it to make me feel better about you. But, the truth is Beckett, I always worry about you. Even when I'm sat I that god-awful office, typing away, I'm thinking how my boy's doing." She said, I could've sworn that there was a tear in her eye. I frowned, finishing off the water in a few gulps. After setting it down on the counter, I pushed out my stool, jumping down off it so that I could stand in front of her.

"I don't know why you worry about me so much momma, I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me, you should worry about the little ones - and more importantly yourself. You're the one that holds this family together, and your babies would be lost without you." I said, holding her cheeks, she looked down at my hands.

"You're my baby too, you know. You'll always be my baby, even though you're eighteen next week. I don't care, Beckett. Even if you're a foot taller than me, or tall and handsome. You're my little, cuddly baby boy and I'll cherish you for looking after me so well." She said, wrapping her small arms around my waist. I rested my chin on her shoulder, holding her. I would never be able to truly explain to the woman how much I loved her; I hoped that by removing that lard-ass wife-beater from her life, that I would be able to show the love that I couldn't express with words. He didn't love her, he didn't even love his kids. He loved the fact that she worked hard, and said nothing about all of the affairs he had on the side - mostly because she was terrified of him.

"I know momma, I know." I said, reaching up to massage my forehead. The pain that was pulsating in it was starting to make me irritable, she pulled away from me.

"Maybe you stay off school today, I'll call attendance and let them know. I don't want you to give that anybody. I'll bring some bacon up for you in an hour, after I've cleaned up a little." She said, I nodded, looking around the already spotless kitchen. At least she wasn't pestering me about my drug use, as she probably thought that she had taken all of it off me.

She began to hum, running the tap in the kitchen sink, as I slowly climbed the stairs. Whilst at the top, I stared down at the bat, balling my fists. I wished that I could've just ran into his bedroom and exterminated him right there and then. I shook my head quickly, closing my eyes, running both of my hands through my hair. Chewing the insides of my mouth, I slowly backed away from where I was stood, eyes wide. I blindly groped at my door to find the door handle, twisting it slowly, getting satisfaction from the click that it made.

I had been pacing for hours, my mother came in once to rest a plate of bacon on the edge of the bed, trying to coax me into eating. I wasn't hungry, I was too busy making preparations for a meeting for the group that I would hold sometime this weekend. I would send Eric a little note, or call him over here - one way or another, the little lump of lard would run to me as quickly as his purple legs would carry him. Of course, his mother wouldn't approve of him being anywhere near me - but what could she do? The woman could hardly control the size of his meals! I chuckled to myself, going over to the window. I watched as my mother shepherded her little blonde babes over to the neighbour's house, who would take them to school for her. I watched as the pig waddled over to his car, which dipped down as he got behind the wheel. Looking up from his steering wheel, he shot me a dirty look. I smiled, backing away, resuming my pacing, picking up the plate resting on my bed.
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Song Of The Chapter - Prince Charming by Adam Ant

A.N
Soooooooo, the New Year is upon us and I don't know what to think of it. In a year and about six months, I'll have finished sixth form, done my final exams, and two or three months after that I'll be off to university! I can't even believe it! It feels like an hour since I sat my final GCSE exam, even less time since I went to prom.

Bloody hell, I'm getting all sentimental. But anyway, this story is almost done (which is kinda sad I guess?) but, I've already picked the story that will go up after this. And, I hope that it'll be pretty rad <3

Don't forget to comment and vote, have a nice day, and have a good New Year!!!!!