Repressed Memories: A Short Story

From what I remember that night it had been like any other. Repressed memories, you know? I had been mom’s helper in the kitchen and dad’s little grease monkey in the garage. It was nice being the happy family everyone would imagine us to be. Mom and dad were well paid and known around town for being the kind hearted Argo’s with the perfect life. No one would have had a second thought about anyone wanting us dead for any sort of reason. I was 5 when all hell had broken loose in my house and my life had been shattered into a billion pieces. Although I have to say I’ve been holding up pretty well for the past 11 years.
Anyway, my dad had a best friend who he had grown up with. He was there when dad had eagerly ran to his house to tell him about …show more content…
I had crawled up on the queen sized mattress between them, nudging my way under the fluffy comforter. I laid my head down facing my dad’s back and mom facing mine. I took in slow breathes eventually drifting off to sleep after saying goodnight and I love you. Around 3am the first and last thing I heard were gunshots into my parents lifeless bodies. Sounds brutal, I know, and it was. I had been lying in a bloodbath and was drowning in a pool of anxiety. Paralyzed with fear I stared down a barrel holding another bullet ready to shoot through my skull at any second. But then the man who had broken in and took my parents from me had mouthed something that I, of course, couldn't hear at the time because the ringing in my ears had been so loud it flooded everything else out. After what felt like hours my nerves had kicked back in and I could move again but by then I had heard a faint knock at the door that once use to have a glass flower design in it. Everything sounded like I was 30 feet underwater and people were trying to talk to me from above so the very subtle sirens got a little less quieter and that was when police had come running in with their guns in their hands ready to fire. I don’t remember much else aside from being taken out of the house and handed over to …show more content…
They decided to bury them there because that’s where the happy Argo Family originated but my mom had strayed from the pack and moved to New York to become a graphic designer then she met dad and I was born. It was hard going on without them and it still hurts now but I suppose you never really get use to something like that. What put the cherry on top of everything was when we had found out who did it. As if it’s not obvious I already described him at the beginning of this story. Anyway, he hung himself in his home and left a note behind going into detail about how he was dead in love with my mom and one night it had turned into anger and he lashed out regretting every second of it only after he did it. Him being almost twice the size of my mom he was stronger and outweighed her by 40 pounds. He had finally gotten his way. She didn’t tell anyone and played it off as if nothing happened. Who would want everyone to know that your body felt ruined because someone couldn't control themselves. This happened before I was born and little too soon that they wanted me to take a DNA test. Turns out my biological father had been who I knew as my uncle, just my luck. When it was broken to me I didn’t really have much to say. What was I supposed to do, cry and refuse to believe it? It didn’t matter, after all everyone I knew to be true family was gone. I’ve always wondered if one of these days his