The Interview

Chris’s POV

My mother faltered for a moment, her facade of composure crumbling before my eyes. “You don’t understand, it’s so much deeper than that. And how did you even get to know about William.” She said the name as if it was a ticking bomb.

“Let’s say that I do understand, I know everything that I need to know. I know what you guys did to him,” I told her in a monotone. “You all took away everything that he had worked so hard for and sent f*cking people to kill him?” I raised my voice, feeling the anger rising.

“I…”

“No, you guys are the reason I was raised by you monsters!” I spat. “And the reason that my mom is dead and I would never get to know her.” My voice was choked with emotions and my heart felt very heavy.

She recoiled as if struck by my words, her face contorted with anguish. “Chris…” She wet her lips. “I guess that you know the truth, but do know that those things needed to be done. Life isn’t for the weak, and your real parents were weak; life only dealt with them