Domestic Affairs

Few weeks ago me and mum had one of the bigger fights. It was dreadful. This was how it went. I was sitting in my room surfing the internet when i heard a familiar shuffling of shoes down the corridor. Soon the clinking of keys were heard and the main door swung open. I minded my own business when mum entered the forbidden room. I should had locked it. Hell it was not even shut. Irregardless she will still knock like she always did and i had to allow her entry. But i could be pretending to be sleeping.

Mum sat behind me and i ignored her presence as usual. Without much ado she uttered words of accusations. I did not retaliated. I tried to be patient and cool. Then the heart started to beat rapidly and heavy breathing soon succumbed. I hated it. I knew what that meant. The inevitable happened. I broke my silence when she illustrated my friends into the picture. I am defensive when it comes to my buddies. The special ones especially. I stood up and turned around. Behold what happened next.

I bellowed in a voice not of my own and spouted strings of unpleasant remarks. I ordered her to leave my room and mentioned that it would be best if she was... dead. I would be better off without her as i do not need her at all. I highlighted how much i hated her. Mum and i had not been talking for a long time and i emphasised that it was blissful. Grandmama had to intervene because she claimed i was disturbing the neighbours and i was embarrassing the household. Grandmama had the jitters.

Grandmama seldom interfered unless it was immense. Mum was weakened and sobbing one corner. I was towering above her and challenged her. I grew overpowering and uncontrollable. I told her to advance towards me and fight. What the hell was i thinking. I can inflict serious injuries in a moment of anger. I gained enormous strength each time my blood boils. I knew it was the works of evils. Mum remained rooted to the ground. I was already clenching my fists. Thank God no one was physically hurt.

I need to turn myself in for rehabilitation. It did not ended with mum. Fights broke out with brother a few weeks later. I was watching television in the hall and brother just had a bone to pick. His attacks could be vicious. I remained still and silent for as long as i can hoping that he would shut up since it was impossible for my ears to filter his lashings. I tried not to blow my top. I knew it would be nasty. But the volcano erupted. We exchanged vulgarities and i challenged him to a duel. I left the house.