I turned to face Charlie and screamed, “Get away from me.” But he slid closer and screamed at me, in to me, “You have learned nothing. You are dead to me.”
It was then I heard the sound. A dark thrum. Like someone playing the The C Major 7th chord, but deeply discordant, not just out of tune, but dirty and lowly.
The sin moved through my bones and I knew if I didn’t find a way to stop it, it would live in the bones of my unborn children.
That dark music, a funeral dirge would play gently over their childhood. The thought of it gave me strength to stop. To face gently into the light.
And that was the moment I needed. All his anger and wraith. He kept screaming and I shrank, but I didn’t die. My heart didn’t skip a beat. The thing I was most of afraid of had come and gone. And I was still alive.
I tuned out somewhere during his tirade and tuned in long enough to smile and turn my back.
As I turned my back, I felt him start forward and I spun. As Charlie came to a complete stop, I said, “Yes. I am dead to you.”
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I am so glad you get your darkness out in your writing. Because, DAYUM.
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