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Closet Secrets part 1

October 30, 2012

I think we have many personalities  inside of us, all struggling to get out.  We suppress our many faces.  Sometimes, when life is very hard for someone, those many personalities escape.

Closet Secrets

 It was cramped with three people sitting in the dark closet. The air was hot and thick, making it hard to breath. Unfortunately, this was the only place John and his friends felt they could talk in secret. John tried to shift his legs to a more comfortable position, but only ended up kicking Greg in the thigh.

“Ok, so here we are.” Greg whispered. “What is the topic of the day, gents?”

Both John and Greg waited for Josh to speak. He was the one who called the meeting. Josh was a quiet sort, but very intense. He usually had a look about him that warned others to keep their distance.

“Something has to be done, John. The beatings are not going to stop. Something has to be done now.” He said.

John gently probed his aching face, noting the swelling around his left eye. He knew John was right; it was only a matter of time before his father’s rage finally took over completely. Lately, his father was mad all of the time, and John was the one who paid for it. At least he was leaving his mother alone. John had worked hard to direct his father’s anger toward him and away from his mother. She was sick all of the time now, and John couldn’t stand to hear his father yelling at her. His mother had breast cancer, and somehow that made his father furious. His drinking was worse than ever, and his mood was always foul.

John sighed. “I don’t know what we can do. Maybe things will be better when we get to Aunt Beth’s house. Then mom can rest, and dad will be far away from us. At least mom finally had to admit he is more than we can handle. Things will be better…”

“Shut up!” Josh suddenly yelled. “Do you really think he is going to let you leave? Please, grow a brain. He will kill you first.”

John was frantically waving his hands at Josh to keep quiet. A look of pure panic was on his face.

“Mom will hear you!” He whispered. “Be quiet.”

They all sat quietly for a minute, listening for footsteps outside the door. John was sure his mom had heard that outburst. How could she not? But, everything remained quiet. No footsteps were heard. The house was totally silent.

“Don’t you remember what he said to you last night? Maybe he hit you too hard, and you didn’t hear.” Josh hissed in the darkness. “Let me refresh your memory. He said he wished he had killed you when you were born, just like he had planned. He said…”

“I know what he said!” It was John’s turn to raise his voice. He nervously ran his hand through his hair. “I know what he said.” He said more quietly, his voice breaking.

“Everyone calm down.” Greg whispered. He was always the voice of reason. He was a balance between John and Josh, ready and willing to step in and calm things down if it got heated. “Let’s think a minute. John might be right. His dad wouldn’t cause much trouble if they were at his aunt’s house. That would be stupid. He would go to jail. He’s lucky he isn’t there now, and I think he knows it.”

Suddenly, John sat up straighter, a thought popping into his head. “How do you know what my dad said to me, anyway? He and I were alone in this room when it happened. And how do you know my mom threatened to call the police?”

Josh laughed. “Wow, you really did get hit hard. You told us this morning, remember?”

John thought hard, but couldn’t remember telling his friends anything. He must have, though, how else could they know? He sighed and slumped down, suddenly very tired. He hadn’t slept much lately, and it was taking a toll on him. Maybe Josh was right, maybe he had been hit harder than he thought.

After a few minutes of silence, he sighed and said, “So, what did you have in mind, Josh? I assume you have an idea?” John looked in Josh’s direction, but could barely make him out in the dark closet.

“That I do, John my friend. That I do.” Josh said quietly.

“Josh, you’re not going to suggest what we talked about earlier, are you?” Greg said nervously. “I thought we agreed it was stupid.”

“No, you said it was stupid, but I didn’t agree.” Josh laughed again. “I never have stupid ideas, isn’t that right, John?”

John had to smile. “Naw, not you. You have brilliant ideas. Like the one where you hid all of dad’s beer cans, all twenty-four of them, all over the house. He had a grand Easter egg hunt finding them all. I think I even learned a few new words on that one. I also got a few new bruises. It was pretty funny, though.”

They both laughed while Greg shushed them. That just made them laugh louder. Greg was such a worrywart, always fussing over small things. Even so, he was an important member of the group. He could see and point out flaws in the plans Josh made, and without him, things would actually be a lot worse. He was somewhat of a coward, though, and it annoyed John. What did he have to be so afraid of, anyway? He wasn’t the one getting the beatings. His life seemed to be uneventful, which was something John could only imagine. Still, he was a good friend.

“So, what is this idea of yours that Greg doesn’t approve of?” John asked.

John heard Greg shift and whisper something he couldn’t hear. Josh remained quiet for a minute, and then sighed.

“We need to kill him.” He said. His voice was quiet and even. It showed no emotion whatsoever.

At first, John was sure he had heard wrong. Then it sunk in and he started shaking his head wildly. “Are you nuts? We can’t do that! I won’t even consider that for a second. God, Josh, what the hell is wrong with you?”

Josh’s voice didn’t change. It still had a flat quality to it. “Just think about it for a while. There really is no other way. If you guys leave, he will be furious. His anger will go beyond anything he has experienced before; that you have experienced before. He will have lost control, and control is everything to him. You will have to sneak around, looking for him around every corner. It might take a while, but he will get you, and you know it. Deep down, you know I’m right. It won’t end unless we end it.”

John’s heart was racing and he was breathing rapidly. He broke out in a cold sweat and felt as if he needed to get out of the closet and run away. Far, far away from this madness. He also had a very disturbing thought. Josh was right. It would not end unless they ended it.

Greg shifted his legs again, bumping into John. “This is something for the police, not us. Call the police while you still look like hell and turn him in. That will solve a lot of problems.”

“Yeah, that’s a great idea.” Josh snorted. “It’s not that easy to prove, and you’re fifteen and considered somewhat of a troublemaker. They won’t listen to you. Even if he got arrested, what will happen when he’s released? Do you even want to think about what he would do?”

John was shaking his head. “No.”

John felt an arm go around his shoulders, and he realized Josh’s face was very close to his. “Then let’s take care of this, once and for all.” He said very quietly.

“I’m not going to be a part of this.” Greg said, as he struggled to stand up. “This is wrong Josh! John, you can’t even consider this.”

“Then leave.” Josh said, his voice sounding very dangerous. “Leave, like you always do, you coward. We don’t really need you anyway. You just take up valuable space.”

John knew he should stop Josh, but couldn’t make a sound. He seemed frozen in place, not knowing what to do or what to say. He hated it when Josh was mean to Greg, but at the same time, he had to agree with Josh. Greg was a coward.

Greg just stood there, as if not sure what to do. John could hear him breathing, or maybe it was his own breathing he was hearing. The tension was unbearable.

“Don’t listen to him, John. Just this one time, listen to me. You know it’s wrong.” Greg whispered. His voice sounded desperate. “If you do this, you’re as bad as he is. Do you want that?”

“Shut up!” Josh yelled.

John’s face was still very close to John’s and the sudden explosion hurt his ear. He jerked away from John, pulling his knees up and putting his head on them. He covered his head with his hands and tried to block them both out.

“Well there you go, good job.” Josh said. “You freaked him out. Why don’t you just leave?”

“John, it’s okay.” Greg said. “Just use your head about this. Murder is wrong.”

“Leave!” Josh exploded and scrambled to his feet. “”If you’re not going to help, then leave!”

John heard the door open and the sound of Greg’s jacket scraping against the door as he walked out. The door quietly closed again, and he heard Greg walk away.

“Thank God.” Josh said as he sat back down. “Now, we can get down to business. I have the whole thing planned. I don’t expect you to do it; I will do the hard part. I’ve been putting a lot of thought into it. You have nothing to worry about. The cops will think someone broke in, and things went badly.”

John still hadn’t moved. His head was still buried in his hands. What was he doing even listening to this madness? This was crazy, pure and simple. Greg was right. If they did this, then he was as bad as his dad.

“I don’t know about this.” He said. His voice was almost lost and he didn’t move from his safe fetal position.

“Don’t worry, I have enough courage for both of us. I have no doubts about doing it and you shouldn’t either. You’ve had enough and so has your mom. Do you want her to spend her last days in fear and in more pain than necessary? That has been eating you up, hasn’t it? She is suffering enough, now. Why not help make it better for her?”

His voice was almost hypnotic and John found comfort in them. Of course he was right. Something had to be done, and it was up to him to do it. His mother deserved it. Hell, he deserved it.

They spent several minutes in silence. Josh knew John needed time to process all that had been said.

“Where do you think Greg went?” John finally broke the silence.

“Who cares? We don’t need him. He just better keep his mouth shut.” Josh said.

“He will.” John was certain of it. “So, what is your plan? When and where and how?”

Josh laughed. “Now you sound like the John I know. Got over your fear and you’re ready to jump right in. I like that. The when is tonight, the where is right here in the house, and the how is more complicated. You will distract him and I will do the dirty deed.”

“ But I will be here, and they will question me, right? What am I going to say?” Josh was confused. “Do I make up a description? Won’t they wonder why I’m okay and I didn’t make a move to help?”

Josh laughed. “Just be here with him tonight at about ten. Make sure the kitchen door is unlocked. I’m going to keep the rest a surprise. The less you know, the better off you will be. Now, don’t give me that worried look! I know what I’m doing. You have to trust me.”

John smiled. “Oh, I trust you. I trust you will get me into a lot of trouble, like always.”

They both laughed at that. It seemed as if they were talking about an innocent prank instead of plotting a murder. John was terrified and relieved all at once. Doubt kept trying to creep in, along with thoughts of right and wrong. He blocked them and instead thought of a hundred reasons why this action was justified. His father was evil. Evil should be stopped. After tonight, life would be a lot easier for him and his mom. He let out a relieved sigh and smiled.

Stay tuned to see if they go through with the plan.  Will something go wrong?  Will John resort to murder?


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