The Mother of all Monsters
a short monster story
Samantha sat at her kitchen table watching the clock tick. Her days were spent in pain, or waiting for pain. Kevin would be home soon. Then it would start. The battles. The struggles. The fights.
Sometimes, they just screamed at each other. Sometimes, it got physical.
Dishes would fly. Doors break. Once a knife was pulled. Never the same, always horrible.
How long had she felt his prisoner? It seemed like forever. Years.
She remembered when she was little, her father always chided her for taking in every lost stray. At least now, her father wasn’t around to shake his head in pity for what she’d become. In today’s parlance, a pushover, a victim.
She had just wanted to help Kevin. Now look where she was.
Why didn’t someone abandon him on a mountain top when he was first born? Before he had a name? That’s what the ancients did. To moderns it might seem cruel. But to the survivors, it was actually a mercy. Those ‘ancients’ really had it on the ball.
Samantha examined the pistol which was lying on the table. It was heavy and mysterious. So heavy, in fact, she feared it would be more lethal to throw it at him than to try shooting him with it. Could she aim it?
