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Family Dynamics:
The idea came to Patrick when he dropped his pencil in class one morning. The
towheaded boy of nine reached down, with his newly fractured wrist, to pick up the fallen
utensil. He winced in an obvious sign of pain that was both caught and ignored by his teacher,
Mrs. Gunderson. She’d continued to turn a blind eye to Patrick’s numerous plights throughout
his career in her classroom and thought often to herself that his father’s influence more than
outweighed her pitiful presence in their community. Even so, there was no way she could have
missed his most recent injury, for if the apple-sized swelling was no indicator, then the ink-
Having retrieved his pencil Patrick returned his gaze to his current mathematics
assignment. Yet multiplication was the furthest thing from his mind, replaced by his father,
Adam’s, most recent violent outburst. He was a prominent businessman, his mother, Evelyn
would often say, and because he was so busy he needed his home to be “ship-shape”. Patrick’s
negligence to push his chair in, or his sister’s inattention to the condition of her place mat during
breakfast were often the cause of conflict in his home. Yet nothing vexed his father more than
Adam had a particular mode of thinking when it came to noise. There could neither be
too much nor too little, and Patrick’s playful commotion two nights before had driven Adam
livid. It began with an excess of noise during Adam’s nightly newspaper reading session, and as
Evelyn scrubbed dishes and Catherine, their pretty, pre-teen daughter, listened to music in her
“Will you all PLEASE be QUIET?!” Adam roared. He hadn’t been home for more than
an hour and was already in a foul mood. Catherine their meek, dark-haired, daughter with an IQ
of 155, lowered her music volume, having learned long ago that there must still be some sort of
sound in order for Adam to remain pacified. She returned to her book, silently hoping that her
brother would catch on to their father’s disposition. He did not which prompted Adam to tear his
paper in half and storm up the stairs leading to the children’s bedrooms. Patrick, who was in the
middle of a daring rescue looked up at his father who stood a towering six and a half feet tall.
Adam lifted his foot and crushed his son’s toy cars. He snatched the action figure from Patrick’s
hand and smashed it repeatedly against a dresser, again, and again until the once great hero was
naught more than crumbs. As the coup de grace to this meltdown, he kicked his son at the base
of his chest and forced the boy to the ground. His eyes were little more than slits when he
Angry tears invaded his nose and mouth and smeared the three problems he’d managed to
complete. As the bell rang to signal the end of the school day, he gathered his things, he knew
that his only option now would be to murder his father. He also knew that Catherine would have
Catherine, upon leaving her 12th grade Physics class, proceeded to wait at the bus stop for
her brother. She rubbed her neck, feeling the soreness from the night before. She’d accidentally
left the faucet dripping as she prepared for bed and was snatched out of her slumber by an
enraged Adam.
“You think I’m just MADE of money don’t you?! DON’T YOU”, Adam spat.
Even though she had been in a great amount of pain she never cried out or made any
noise, which always seemed to antagonize Adam further. He dragged her, by the scruff of her
neck, to the bathroom that she and Patrick shared and forced her to turn the faucet off. Nearly
tearing her nightgown, Adam threw the girl into her room, shut off her light and slammed the
door. Catherine rubbed her neck as she climbed into bed and took a fresh notebook from the
stack beneath her mattress. Inside she wrote, in a code she’d picked up from a book of WWII
She had decided to go through with the plan during her Chemistry elective. She realized
very early on that the quickest way to get where she wanted to go was to go through her
obstacles, not around, above, or in any other direction. Adam, being the largest obstacle in her
life required much thought. Even the consequences of his death would prove easier to deal with,
as their state’s policies concerning crimes committed by minors were extremely (almost
comically) lenient. At the very worst she would be tried as a minor and forced to remain in jail
until her 18th birthday. She almost hoped for the alone time, as she’d collected a long list of
books to read and theories to explore. The girl was bright, and inquisitive, but her creative
talents left much to be desired. This was why she decided to enlist the aid of her younger, yet
equally frustrated brother. They’d plotted before, bouncing ideas off of one another until an
interesting (and more often than not successful) plan had been reached. Yet nothing they’d done
had ever reached the scale of murder. Ranging mostly from childish pranks, petty theft, and
blackmail, the two children had often wondered (separately of course) if they were capable of
more.
As they boarded the bus home Catherine wrote her brother the tiniest of notes. Patrick
read the two words she’d written and feigned a cough that masked his consumption of the note.
As the words Kill Adam made their way through his esophagus his stomach churned with both
excitement and apprehension. He hadn’t actually been prepared for his sister to pitch him the
idea. This meant that she’d clearly given the idea great amounts of thought and while he couldn’t
wait to hear what she’d come up with, he knew from first-hand experience the horrors that she
Safely hidden within Catherine’s room, the two children arranged their snack of crackers,
juice boxes, and finger sandwiches into a simple diagram of their home. They worked quickly
because although they had three hours before their mother completed her errands and arrived
home, they wanted to be sure they understood the plan well before then. There was never a fear
of capture in Catherine’s mind, but when Patrick brought up the question of an exit strategy she
When Evelyn arrived home she found her children sitting on the couch watching reality
television.
“Hey, guys. Is there anything else on?” She asked, with arms full of bags. Catherine
rushed over to help her while Patrick changed the channel. “So did you guys do anything
interesting in school today?” Evelyn queried as she and her daughter took the week’s groceries to
the kitchen.
“Not really. I learned to write with my other hand a little bit.” Patrick waved his good
arm back and forth over his head. Evelyn sighed, a gesture that wasn’t lost on Catherine.
“We’ll see if your father will let us get it checked out at the doctor, okay sweetie?”
As they put the food away, Catherine began to think about her parents’ situation. They’d gotten
married out of high school and she’d been there before Adam had the tiniest fraction of the
money and influence that he had today. He’d always been a hard man but it wasn’t until they’d
had Patrick that he actually began to show the stress he was under. Adam began to emotionally
abuse Evelyn very early on and while he could never bring himself to hit his wife, he made up
for it by making her feel as inferior as possible. She hadn’t ever been a brave woman but she
was smart. Smart enough, at least, to understand a way out when she saw one. Catherine cleared
her throat softly before speaking.
“Mom, Patrick and I have been talking. We’re going to do something very important
tonight and I want to protect you.” Catherine focused intently on her mother’s eyes, scanning for
any indication of Evelyn’s alliance. Evelyn stared at her young daughter, knowing almost
immediately what she was referring to. The children hadn’t been happy for years and it was only
a matter of time before their genius daughter realized the solution to their problems. This
realization took her to a place shortly after they’d gotten married when Adam had used his
ruthlessness and intellect to gain power and prestige in his field. Evelyn looked at her daughter
and no more words were necessary. Catherine hugged her mother and followed her into her
bedroom. Catherine walked into the living room and switched off the TV.
She took a deep breath and spoke. “Mom’s on board. She won’t be a problem.”
Pt. 4
Adam had had a terrible day. His vice-presidency was up for grabs because the company
was under new management. There wasn’t much he could do, as he’d gotten to his position
through blackmail and threats, and not on actual hard work. He’d spilled his coffee shortly after
leaving home, and his car was making a funny clinking sound. Upon arriving at work, the
woman he’d been having an affair with announced to the office that she would be leaving for a
job on the coast. His boss chewed him out for an issue he’d delegated to a co-worker and he’d
forgotten to pick up his dry cleaning. It didn’t matter though. The anticipation of taking it out
on his family was more than enough to put him in a better mood.
As he pulled into his driveway and turned down his music, he noticed that the lights in
the kitchen were on. It wasn’t a big deal, they could more than afford the electricity, but it was
reason enough to begin his nightly session with the family. He kicked the door to the kitchen
“WHO THE HELL HAS THE LIGHTS ON IN THE KITCHEN?!” Adam stormed
through the house, squeaking on the freshly mopped floor. When there was no answer, he
became enraged. When he walked from the kitchen to the living room he became absolutely
livid. It was a mess. Almost intentionally done. The pillows were off of the couch, there were
DVD cases strewn about the floor and the television was turned at an odd angle. He roared at the
Catherine watched her father from outside and as he climbed the stairs and entered the
hallway where their mother’s room was, she hit the master switch that controlled the power to
the house. Their home was adorned with complete darkness and Adam roared again. It wasn’t
long before he noticed that all of the white noise that he normally associated with being home
had long since disappeared. He took another step as a small hand slid a skateboard under his feet.
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE,” Adam asked to no one as his entire
view of the world inverted itself. He tumbled down the stairs landing firmly on his back. The
form of his son wielding a slender blunt object entered his left periphery and as the boy rose the
instrument Adam could see a terrifying grin. The bat came down hard on Adam’s knees again
and again until the bones were little more than crumbs. Adam could do little more than scream.
He reached for the boy, hoping to strangle the life out of his bloodline when his daughter entered
the front door and stood securely on his hands, pinning them to the ground. Broken knees,
injured back, and the loss of his hands meant Adam was little more than paralyzed. He coughed
heavily as he tried not to vomit from the pain, and growled inside himself. His children spoke no
words and as Patrick tossed the bat in favor of a heavier utensil, (namely the award Adam had
won on the day of Patrick’s most recent birthday) he could see the focus in their faces. With
cold calculation Catherine tossed a bath towel over Adam’s face, braced herself against a nearby
wall, and dug her heels into Adam’s hands. Patrick brought the star shaped award down into
Adam’s face ten times, letting the weight of the thing pulverize the visage of the boy’s worst
“I think I’m done.” He dropped the award as Catherine walked down the stairs to the
kitchen. Evelyn walked out of the bedroom that she’d once shared with her husband with the
cold weight of Smith & Wesson in her hands. Through tears and spit and sweat she addressed
her daughter.
“Pat, honey? Could you come here for a sec?” She brought the gun to her stomach and
aimed it at her son. He’d managed to avoid splattering his clothes with the towel but she could
still see the blood on her son’s heart. But what frightened her the most was the lack of remorse
or any inclination of a conscience. It was almost as if Adam had shrunk himself down to the size
of a ten year-old boy. Her husband’s frightening expressions were copied in Patrick’s face and
The shot rang out and Catherine knew immediately what had happened. As she fled her
home she realized that she’d been exactly right about how things would turn out. It was
unfortunate that Patrick had to pay the price for her future, but it was worth the risk. She would
Epilogue
Evelyn (or prisoner 81567903) had just finished working out with her friend from Block
A and was heading back to her cell. She hadn’t gotten a visitor since she was convicted eighteen
years ago and wasn’t prepared for Lucille, the handsome female security guard to name her in
the list of in-mates with visiting family. She threw the towel around her neck and headed down
to the visitation room. The other inmates had already been seated and she looked around for
anyone without an orange jumpsuit. Her stomach lurched as she glanced upon a beautiful dark-
haired woman standing professionally near one of the tables. Evelyn slowly approached her
Catherine had become a top forensic analyst in just a few years and although she would
never admit it, she dedicated her career to her brother and mother. As she looked at the woman
who’d given her life, she was filled with an uneasy fear that she would be hated and despised by
her. But as the mother gently hugged her daughter and they both cried softly Catherine knew
that all had been forgiven. It wasn’t until she felt the paper-clip shank pierce her temple that she