Daniel didn't like visiting his mother in jail.
It was embarrassing having to bring himself to such a place because it meant that the incarcerated criminals more than likely came from criminal families. When he realized he would see his mother in an open area with other criminals and their loved ones, he was shocked. He was certain that there would be six inches of unbreakable window between himself and the woman who gave him life. Still, here she was walking toward him in her one-piece, new black uniform. Her hair was nicely combed out or brushed, her skin was flawless, and she was still beautiful without makeup, but he hated her."Daniel," she called his name, tears in her eyes. "Sit," she patted the table top.
Her smile was the same as always, infectious. It was one of the things that drew people to her, that spurt of unshakable happiness. It was like catnip. I wasn't fooled. I know who this woman is because I lived with her for thirty years. She was all about seduction down to the most minuscule level. You didn't even know you were being seduced until she was having her way with you, and it was too late.
"How dare you bring me here like this and embarrass me?" I was simmering but direct. "I know what you're doing. You need these people as witnesses so everyone can see you're the loving mother who acted as you did, because you were trying to save your family. Well, guess what?"
"What, sweetheart?" She affected that earth mother, all-loving tone. Straightening herself up and leaning in toward me, she continued. "Tell Mama. What is it?"
"You only killed Dad's flesh," I whispered. "But the rest of him is here, right here."
"Daniel, you're being delusional now," she shook her head. "You're father is long gone, it's the reason I'm in here because I sent him on his way."
"Ok, Dad," I said out loud, and my mother looked confused. I removed his signet ring from my shirt pocket and put it on my third finger on my right hand. Instantly, his spirit took over and possessed my body.
"I never got my revenge," my father's voice came out of my body, and with it, his Aqua Velva cologne. Using my body, my father's spirit reached across the table and grabbed my mother, his wife, by the hair and smashed it into the table again and again. By the time it was over, the corrections officers had no choice but to shoot me dead. It was worth it after everything my mother put my father through and then dared to kill him. Fuck her.
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