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stay here when I know what you’re doing.”
    I sat on the floor with my back against the wall, my mother’s cries echoing in my head. I wished I could do something, but I couldn’t. She always told me that no matter what, I was to never intervene. She didn’t want me getting hurt. She said that when Dad got angry sometimes, he wasn’t the same Dad I knew and it scared her.
    I rocked myself as I closed my eyes and covered my ears. Sometimes if I thought hard enough, I could pretend I lived somewhere else. Where Mom and Dad didn’t fight and where I was happy all the time, a place where a dad loved his son more than his work. I’d love it there, but I’d only go if I could take my mom.
    I heard movement across the hall and unwrapped myself to peek around the corner. Mom walked out of the room with her hair a mess and black streaks running down her cheeks. Dad followed close behind.
    “I’ll be back for Mason in the morning,” she said as she made her way to the stairs.
    “The hell you will. You aren’t taking my son anywhere.” Then he laughed. “You really think I’d let you take my son? You’re nothing but a whore, Marcella. You’re nothing without me. Don’t forget where you came from.”
    “Fuck you, John. I will be back for Mason. He’s my son, no matter what you say.”
    Tears fell from my eyes as I watched Mom turn from Dad and head toward the stairs. She couldn’t leave me. I didn’t want to stay there if she was gone.
    Climbing to my feet, I ran out of my hiding spot toward her.
    “No, Mom. Don’t leave without me!” I yelled just as she took her first step down the stairs.
    That was when I tripped on my pajama pants and fell toward her. I grabbed for her trying to break my fall, but as I was grabbing onto her shirt I heard a gasp.
    My eyes stared on and widened as I saw her fall down the stairs. A scream burst through my lips as I watched in horror. She landed at the bottom in a heap, and all I could do was stare down at her lifeless body in shock. A puddle of blood grew by her head and I knew … I knew that’d be the last time I’d ever see my mom.
    I looked toward Dad with tears streaming down my face. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to yell at him to help her, but words never left my lips. I’d just killed my mother. I was paralyzed with fear, scared, and hopeless. My heart was in a vise, being squeezed to the point I might pass out.
    I sat up on my knees and stared down at her, praying she would move, show any sign of life, but there was nothing.
    “Mommy,” I whispered through my tears as I closed my eyes.
    “Yeah, I need you at the house. Tell Frank to come, too; I want this off the record. No, I didn’t have to do it. Mason did it for me.”
    I glanced up to see him placing his phone in his pants. He stared down at me with no sign of emotion. He looked calm and relieved.
    “Don’t worry, son. She wasn’t your mother anyway.” Then he turned and walked back to his office, leaving me there to mourn the loss of my mother on my own. The mother I’d just killed. How would I ever be able to live with myself?
    The police came and I was escorted to my room. I was told to go to bed and try to forget about the night, but how was that possible? Images of her falling were imbedded in my brain. I would never forget it and deep down, I knew Dad wouldn’t let me forget it, either.

Chapter 4
    Mason
     
    I gasped as I sat straight up in bed, covered in sweat. Another dream. The same fucking dream I had almost every night.
    I rested my elbows on my knees and cradled my head in my hands. I wanted to scream. The dreams were coming more frequently, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair. I could feel my body tensing up as I looked over at the clock. Four in the morning. My hands balled into fists and my nails started to grind their way into my palms.
    Emptiness. Darkness. It consumed me, like this powerful force which dragged me into a sea