Silas sprang up from his seat, rage building inside him. He lunged forward and clasped his mother’s nape with his hands, inching his face closer to hers.
“Are you fucking telling me, I’m not a Monson?” He growled, sweat effused from his pores.
Cackling in glee, she shook her head at the disappointment written on Silas’s face.
“By name you’re. By blood, you’re not. The man who is your father is the one you just killed, Silas.” She spewed, taking in the rage pouring out of Silas’s features.
He doff his hands from her neck and backpedaled without peeling his eyes off her.
As seconds drove by, Silas whipped around, running his hands through his hair.
“I knew you’re evil.” He said.
Silas already knows where his dark side emanates from. He got everything from his so-called mother. But it seems his dark side overpowered hers which is why they don’t really get along like mother and child.
The revulsion he harbors for her started the night he was at the hospital, watching over the late widow. All the while Silas grew up, he knew his own mother to be careless.
She never acted like mothers do. Like the widow did. Only through the widow did he get to experience motherly love, although the widow limited her care for him.
Of course, she had to love Monson more than she did love him.
However, Silas never read deep into that. He loved the widow’s care for him but hated how she loved Monson more than him.
He hated how his own mother for wanting nothing but power and wealth.
Silas felt pressed at the hospital and rushed out to use the restroom. He got up from the couch in the private ward and waddled into the restroom, leaving the widow to his mother’s care.
By the time he finished and aimed to prance out of the restroom, he saw his mother injecting something into the widow’s body with a syringe. A black liquid he knows nothing about.
Not taking it serious, he walked out, pretending not to see anything but the voicemail he listened to flashed in his mind.
Kill her. Kill her.
The words played repeatedly in his ears. Then it occurred to Silas the injection has something to do with the voicemail.
Wracking his mind for the best possible solutions, Silas concluded on one thing, to take something away from his mother.
Something that can keep her in one place forever. That was when Silas used a stolen truck and ran into his mother on her way home.
Though his plans of keeping her bedridden forever didn’t work, he successfully took away her leg.
Silas smiled at her, watching as she rolled toward her lover, crying and dipping her head into his cold body.
“I swear I hate you, so much, Silas. I never wanted to keep you when I took in. But because he loved you and wanted to keep you, I had to swallow my hatred for you.” She turned her red eyes to Silas. “If I knew you’d kill your father one day, I’d have killed you a long time ago.” She croaked.
Silas paced around the room, his mind ballooning in confusion.
Fuck what she just admitted. All he knows is that he’s a Monson and doesn’t share any blood with the man he just killed.
The widow was good to him and Silas loved her as a mother. He just hates the fact that his step-brother had to inherit everything after her death in the name of following the family’s tradition.
No matter what Silas’s
mother would say he’d never buy her lies that she killed the widow in his favor. He knows everything his mother does is to benefit her.
She just admitted she hates him, right? So, how can someone that hates him kill an innocent woman to benefit him? Silas asked himself.
He knew all the pushing his mother has been pushing him is to use him and achieve her unattained goals. She only wants to subdue him and make him useless and at her mercy.
She wants to be the ruling widow of the family and make a name for herself and for her lover who he just found out is his father.
Silas shook his head, sliding his hair back. Admittedly, he wants to rule the family and rule his mother. And he’s not going to back down from achieving his goals not now. Not ever.
He inched to the bed and hunkered to her level, speaking. “Our hatred for each other is mutual. So one of us has to go so the other can easily achieve his or her aims.”
His mother already lost interest in getting the property and power ’cause it’s useless knowing the person she’s supposed to enjoy the power and wealth with has gone for good.
She deflated, sobbing at how a son killed his father unknowingly and Silas can’t put into words why his mother hated him from birth yet pretended to care.
It’s all an act.
She’s good at acting or faking her concerns for him and he’s an expert in carrying out his next line of action.
“I’ve decided to take a serious measure in confiscating the wealth and powers from her. And like you suggested, I’m going to use ‘it’ against her.”
Standing up from the bed, he paced the room in circles. His mother glued her watery eyes on him, gnashing her teeth.
“But you know what?” He asked her, veering around to glimpse at her face. He saw the tears pouring out in frenzy and he so fucking likes it.
He expelled a long breath of air and hobbled toward her. He lopped his hand on her arm and jerked her up, harshly, making pains descend on her.
“What the fuck are you doing?” She yelped as Silas dragged her toward the window.
He fluttered the window open and tugged his mother before him while he stands behind her.
Winter is slowly creeping in and the frosty air slaps across their skin.
“I’ll make sure this time, that I take everything from her. I’ll make sure everything lies under my control. And you know what that means?” He asked her.
Rose’s feet were faltering and her lips trembled as the breeze winds through her.
Silas dipped his head to her right ear and whispered.
“It means, you’ll be the one to go. Then I’ll be the one to take control. But can you guess what I’m about to do?” He asked again.
Enjoying the fear he’s instilling in his mother.
She tilted her head back a little and gazed up at him. “Defenestration…?” The word fell from her lips and a shudder ripples through her.
“Aha…” Silas gushed, a smile tilting his lips “Very correct.” He murmured.
Rosa tried to drag her arm away from him and run away. She doesn’t want to die. At least not this kind of death. The heated, silent war between them hasn’t
gotten to the extent of being defenestrated.
“You can’t…please….” Before she could spill her pleas, Silas sealed her mouth with tape, silencing her pleas.
Tears welled up in her eyes, looking imploringly at Silas.
Exuding a chilly smile at her, he drawled. “Goodbye, mother.”
On a whim, he nudged her forward and she slipped from the window, flying down to the hard concrete ground with a thud on the lonely street.
Silas moved back to the room and splay the blanket over the dead body before exiting the room.
Just before stepping downstairs, he spotted the receptionist who usually cured his tension with a head.
Dragging her by the archway, he unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. “Suck me, hard.” He said and affixing himself into her warm mouth.
She gargled, sucking him clean while tremors ran through Silas’s body.
“It’s time to pay, Sia.” He whispered under his breath.