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"You know how i feel about that stuff. I dont like it." He said.
"Dont tell me youve never tried it before." She said, then she started to giggle. "I thought everyone tried it at least once."
"Well not me." he said. he watched her hands as she started to roll a joint, and he felt something welling up inside him. Something that almost felt like hatred, almost like fear. He knew what weed, alchol, and sex would do to a person, what it was doing to the youth of this country. He Knew, his momma had told him. She still tells, in the back of his mind. And yet, he's never had anyone offer to share something like this with him. No one ever offered to include him in anything. Except her.
"There, all finished. You gonna help me smoke this or what?" she said, as she fired it up.
"I don't know if i should." he said.
She coughed, then said, "then shit, thats why you need to try this. Come on, for me." She held it out for him to take.
For reasons unknown to him, he took it, and as they passed it back and forth, he felt himself loosening up, felt his troubles falling away. For once, he didnt hear the voice.
She stood up, took him by the hand and led him upstairs. They made love, long and hard, like they've never done before. Afterwards, he rolled off of her and began to wonder if this was the way they felt, before he got to them. All those kids he had killed, just for using drugs and having sex. His mother had told him that they deserved it. That he had to do it. That she would make him do it. But still, he was confused. Why was it so wrong if it felt so good. Maybe he was wrong for killing them. Maybe mother was wrong.
"Whats wrong baby, you're awfully quiet. Still buzzing?" she asked.
"I cant help but feel like we are doing something wrong." he said, wiping the sweat off his brow.
"What could be wrong about getting high and having great sex?" she asked. "Now if we were in one of those horror movies, we'd be in trouble." she laughed.
"Real funny," he said. "I'm going downstairs for a snack."
He didn't bother to turn on the hall light as he went down the stairs, and as he reached the living room, he heard a noise. It was coming from the patio door.
He walked to the lamp and pulled the cord. Nothing. No power. In the pale moon light he could see the door was open.
He took a step back, panic racing through his body.
"Mother?" He asked hesitantly.
"No, I aint your mother." the man in the mask said, raising his machete slowly.
Instantly, he began to reconsider the errors of his ways.
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