NO MORE...

I'm neither saint nor angel, evil lurks within this ravaged body and wasted mind.  
My mother's death lies deep within me. Strange enough, I'm guilt free. This dark, still night, the gutterwhore would sell me no more. Little did I know, sister would also be removed.  
As usual she left late, almost midnight.  
Lifting her mattress, remembering my lessons, I carefully scarfed her gun.  
I slipped out to follow her, becoming one within the shadows. Higher than a rat on adderal she was oblivious to her surroundings, never imagining her world was about to change.
Sweating profusely, stealthily I kept three paces behind, watching her stagger and misstep.  
She was heading to her favorite spot, the riverfront. Smiling, creeping closer, I veered and hid behind a boulder, watching, waiting.  
Humming while kicking off her shoes, she waded out to her knees.  
Holding back the giggles, I stepped to the waters edge. Bracing my knees,I clicked off the safety, I cocked, arms straight and steady. See mother dear I do listen, learning all my lessons properly. Funny how time slows and silence screams when your presence is acknowledged.  
Freaky bitch actually sneered and laughed at me. It was the last time she'd ever laugh at me. Softly, voice of steel I informed her she would sell me no more.  
She was allowed to beat me, hate me, play her warped mind fuckery, no more drugging me nor selling me.  
NO MORE.  
I love you mamma, tears falling I aimed then pulled the trigger.  
With gunpowder gagging me and ears booming I watched as the gutterwhore grabbed her gut as her knees gave way. Slow and steady I turned my back and disappeared back into my shadows.  
Out of sight, I ran faster than fast toward the corner phone booth and called an ambulance.  
If she died, so be it, if she lived, well I was prepared.
Arriving home, I cleaned the gun and put it back. I went to my closet and waited. Sometime around dawn my father came for sister and me.  
Informing us mother dear had died, pack quickly we wouldn't be back.  
That night my father beat me so bad he damn near killed me. First and only time my sister helped me. I didn't even know why till a few week's later. My stepmother was arguing on the phone, being nosy, I hid and listened. She was arguing with my mother about their "agreement".  
Stepping into the kitchen I demanded to speak to her.
Soon we were returned home while my father relocated like the coward he was to Florida and found religion.  
So what's all the fuss you say. I didn't actually kill her. In the end,16yrs later my mother died from that gunshot wound.  
To keep her alive they took her spleen and only kept a third of her stomach intact. Over the years adhesions formed, scar tissue, binding her organs together, soon they would fail. In pain and fear she started screaming and banging her head on the floor, always a pathetic mess, an aorta started bleeding in her brain.Two months later I took her off life support.  
Top it all off I finally had to get a restraining order one month before she was to have surgery. No more was I ever drugged nor sold.  
Those two things were the only things I ever fought for and won. I was 10yrs young.    
                  NO MORE...  
 
       { Adivce was given about the use of cliches and line breaks. I heeded their advice so I hope I cleaned it up. Thanx, me}