Chapter 2: suicide
"I told you to lock your door and not come out!" she cried out in a sorrowful voice, she could barely talk.
Amy's eyes were already swollen and turned dark with blood gushing out of the tear in her lips as she wept profusely.
He remembered his father angrily went out and didn't come home for two weeks and when he eventually did he was sure to make his mother live miserable by bringing in Stephanie.
Stephanie was a young college at the time, student 20 years of age. Blonde with brown eyes he'd never forget. She was about 5"9 tall and beautiful. Her father had brought Stephanie into his marital home.
It wasn't enough that he was being unfaithful in his marriage he had to rub it in.
Rudolf was everything Hayden hated but more than his father he despised Stephanie for going out with a married man and more so having the nerve to come to stay in his marital home. His mother was treated like a slave from that day forward. He remembered how Stephanie constantly taunted Amy.
"Amy!!" Stephanie called with no atom of respect. "Why haven't you done the dishes?"
Amy felt her mouth go dry instantly and she squeezed her hand into a fist in so much anger and the punch landed on Stephanie's face making her chin go red.
"How dare you Stephanie come into my home, take my husband, and now turn me into your slave?????"
"How dare you!!!! How dare you Lay your hands on me you worthless piece of shit she scowled back" with her hands glued to her face.
"Ahhhh ahhhh" she screamed at the sight of Rudolf amplifying the hurt she felt.
Just then Rudolf got in and gave Amy the beating of a lifetime and Stephanie watched and mocked.
Hayden had been hiding at the corner of the house watching and crying. He was just a little boy he couldn't stand up to his father, at least not now.
His mother could no longer take the shame, abuse, and embarrassment and gave up drinking an organophosphate pesticide at least that was what the autopsy report revealed.
He could vividly remember the whitish foam that came out of her mouth as her pupils constricted. He had screamed at the top of his voice... And immediately called 911.
But unfortunately she died before the ambulance arrived.
He remembered the pitiful look on the face of the paramedics who had rushed out with a stretcher. Instead of the hospital, she landed in a morgue.
He jerked back into reality and realized it was already 9:00 pm. He had been in deep thoughts remembering the pains that changed him.
He was an adorable young boy loved by his neighbours till his father decided to give his life to drinking and womanizing.
He got up to pay for the double expresso and drove off without saying a word to anyone.
Mr stones were used to this. He understood his change in moods. Anytime his countenance changed he knew it was best to let him alone.
Hayden jumped off his car immediately and slowly walked into his apartment. The 29-year-old doctor one would describe as living the American dream was equally well built and handsome and was gynophobic for the most part.
He was never really in any serious relationship. The maximum number of days the past relationships he had ended 2 weeks max
He wasn't even in them for love. He had blocked his heart to love and saw women as toys to be used and dumped.
Nurses, female doctors even female cleaners at work would always flaunt themselves around him but he just ignored them all. He just had this dislike for women that he couldn't explain.
This was possibly due to his step mother's harsh treatment after the death of his biological mother
His apartment was a fair-sized house built of blue Lyons Sandstone with the most god-awful-looking picket fence. The exterior had columns, friezes and arched windows twenty feet high.
He walked straight into his room, his room was small with clean white walls, a twin bed, a desk with a blank blotter on it, sliding closets opposite the bed, and a thin black shag carpet.
He immediately pulled off his clothes and walked stringy into his bathroom The bathroom was clean. The tub and the towels were dry. The medicine cabinet above the sink had a mirrored door and behind it was over-the-counter analgesics, and toothpaste, and dental floss, and spare soap and shampoo.
He was very neat and tidy, carefully planned whatever he had set his mind on to do.
He quickly took a shower and pulled out a clean white towel from the rack and patted himself dry he got into his nighties then brought out an old wooden box. The box contained various tools from a surgical knife set to the materials he used in making his perfume notably, substance x.
He had picked interest in chemistry and had explored perfume making. His toxicology classes were also ones he didn't take likely. After all, he wasn't in medical school to saves lives but to destroy the lives he considered worthless.
As he carefully planned his next move he gave off an evil smile..." Its time for retribution" he whispered with a smirk
He finally slept off by 3:00a.m
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