“What exactly are you seeing? I am taking care of what you and your brother could not do Ashley. Now, what the fuck are you doing there?” My mom replied nonchalantly and went into the kitchen.
I immediately ran after her and followed her in. I was shocked by the sight I saw and I screamed. I felt something connect with the back of my head and I let out another painful scream that was muffled by my mom’s bloody hands clasped tightly on my mouth.
“Are you crazy?” She snarled at me. I pushed her off and turned to see that she had hit me with the same shovel.
As I jumped away from her, my legs stepped into something squishy, I looked down to see that I was stepping on what seemed to look like a human’s brain.
My head immediately clicked, and I realized that Mom had chosen the most brutal way to end that poor old woman’s life.
“Mom, how could you? Could you not have shot her or fed her with poison or something that would have just made her die in her sleep? I don’t know, something to give her a cardiac arrest so it looked like a naturally caused death? This is barbaric. And you still had the guts to hit me with the same shovel you used for this nasty job!” I fired at her.
She could see that I was very upset, and before I could even say anything else or get a response to all the questions I asked. She threw the shovel on the floor and burst into tears. I was thrown back by her shameless and manipulative behavior.
“That is not going to work on me at all, and I mean that. What is wrong with you? Are you sure you are not the one that needs treatment for bipolar because you are presenting the same symptoms that Wilson does?” I asked, unfazed by her crocodile tears.
“How dare you question me like that?” She screamed and wiped the tears furiously from her face.
Her face had switched back to the face I met her with when I came. I got scared that she might hurt me and realize it later. I needed to figure out a way to clean up the sloppy job that she had done.
If only she had just done it in a better way, we would probably not have to tell any more lies to anyone. We had to also figure out what we would tell her friends and the rest of the pack when they began to ask questions.
“Have you ever thought about what this means? The repercussions that it could have? This was not a wise decision and I do not care how you take it. Where the hell is the body? Did you beat her to a pulp because why is her brain scattered all over the floor of her house?” I asked, my mind still finding it difficult to wrap around the fact that my usually calm and peaceful mom was capable of such a gruesome act.
“I am only doing this for you and Wilson. I am doing this for us. For the family that we have struggled to build over the years not to be ruined. That is the only reason why I did this!” She fired back at me hotly.
“Oh please, are there not better ways that we could have done this? You did not have to use this way. It is bad. Really bad. If you had used a way that was less disgusting than these, we could actually push the narrative that Kirsten ran away from her, and she died of a broken heart. Did you ever stop to think about all that?”
“We were supposed to do these together. How were you going to clean all of this up by yourself before digging a shallow grave that the other wolves would sooner than later dig out? Get a mop and get to work, I do hope she has some bleach in the house.” I sneered and yanked the shovel she had thrown down earlier off the floor.
I stormed off into the direction of the blood trail and soon, I was met with a heart-wrenching sight. Grandma Kirsten was almost headless as my mom had battered her head mercilessly. I held back the nausea that rose to my throat and swallowed down hard.
“I am so sorry, Grandma. You were so kind to me and Wilson as a child. I am sorry that we hurt you so badly in return. I do hope that you find a way to forgive us for this. Rest in peace Grandma Kirsten” I said and marked out a plot to start digging.
As I was about to start, I thought about something easier. Since we were already going to burn Kirsten’s body, we could just add her grandmother to it as well. Makes it untraceable, and it will soon even be as though they never existed.
I walked back to the house and met Mom scrubbing the floor with a hard brush and bleach. She was sweating profusely but I did not mind.
“I have another idea, mom. We are not going to bury Kirsten’s grandmother here. We will take her back to the house with us and have her body burnt just like Kirsten’s.” I informed her and turned to leave after grabbing a butcher’s knife and a trash bag.
“How is she going to fit in without any suspicion being aroused?” She asked me.
“I am going to chop her into these bags with this knife,” I replied and raised my hands.
“Oh, and here you were judging me for being gruesome and cruel. Like chopping her up isn’t also something gruesome.” She retorted and I hissed and stomped out.
I thought about something and returned to the house shortly after.
“If anyone asks you what we came to do here today. You can tell them that we did not hear from either Kirsten or her grandmother which is why we came to check up on them” I said, and she nodded her head obediently.