A Short, Sweet, and Simple Crime - CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER THREE - BAILEY BEFORE
Dad was pretty cool, I think. What I do know is that he was a rock star and married my mother only a year after meeting her backstage of his first concert.
When I turned 7, my world started slipping away. I got fragments of my dad sleeping and my mom humming Moonlight Sonata No. 14. Something about this song has always creeped me out. Maybe it’s her humming it while sneaking pills into my father’s food, or the old lady that used to try and teach it to me. She was just plain freaky.
I think that my mother drugged me too. And herself sometimes too. That always struck me as strange, but then I realized. If she took the pills after committing her crimes, she could blame it on my father as it would be out of his system quicker and she would look like the only one drugged. Again, an evil genius.
Everybody just says that word. I stop listening as soon as they do. In the beginning I was numb. Then I just got bored.
Before my father snapped.
Before my life was turned upside down.
Before my 15th birthday.
By just one day.
And so that’s why I’m mad. Because I didn’t get the gifts. The happy birthday. 3 months and 2 days later, not one happy belated birthday from my mother.
I’m older, but am I any wiser?