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Misunderstanding

Penulis: Agnes pen
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-17 02:02:17

“I want to see my son! Alex,

bring my son to me! I want to see my son

Madam Choice’s voice cracked, raw and desperate. “Get out of here! If you’re not with Joseph, You murderer, Do you want to kill my mom too? Or better still you want to kill me? Eh? Tell me! Tell me Alex , speak!!

She stepped closer to Alex, her hands trembling as she searched him, patting his pockets frantically.

“Show me! , show me , Show me your weapon! Show me your gun! Where is it? Where is it?”

Her fingers dug into his jacket, pulling at the fabric.

“Show me! Show me your gun! Show me your weapon! I’m sure you’re here to kill my mom too! Show me your weapon!”

Alex felt sick. He wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole. He was already tired of this. Tired of a woman who once loved him like her own child now treating him like a criminal.

Oh Joseph… why did you go? he thought, glancing at Mama Choice . He just wanted to hug her, to tell her everything would be alright. But he couldn’t. Not now. Not like this.

Madam Choice’s voice broke again, sharper this time.

“Do you want to kill my mum , my husband? Do you want to burn down this house ? Oh, I need to call my husband! Mom, where is your phone? Oh

my God, show me your phone she half yelled I need to call my husband! You didn’t bring Joseph! Joseph is not here! Then what are you doing here?”

Her voice rose into something almost hysterical as she backed away, clutching at her chest.

“Choice, calm down,” Mommy Grace stepped in, her voice trembling but firm. “Alex did nothing. I think… I think it’s time, Choice. It’s time we embrace everything.

It’s time we stop pretending that Alex is at fault. We know Alex is not at fault. What happened has happened. Everything that has happened has happened. Nothing can change it. Not even your anger, Choice.”

She paused, her eyes glistening.

“We are still stuck behind because we have refused to let go of everything. Joseph would not want this. It’s been eleven years, Choice. Eleven good years, and yet we are still stuck behind. It’s time we embrace everything. It’s time we know that Alex is not at fault. It’s time we believe.”

“It’s time we accept the truth and stop pretending,” Mama Grace said quietly. “It’s not just Alex, Choice. Everyone failed Joseph emotionally. Not just Alex.”

But Choice wasn’t listening. None of it reached her. She kept running her hands over Alex’s body, checking him, squeezing at his jacket, his sleeves, as if she expected a weapon to fall out at any second. She even went for his bag, rifling through it, searching and searching.

Then she turned to Mommy Grace.

“Mom! Tell me something. Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten who we’re talking about? it's... Joseph!

Joseph! My son! Your grandson! Our hope! Our only hope of survival! We’re talking about Joseph, Mom! Not just anybody! We’re talking about Joseph your favorite child, my favorite! Joseph, Mom!”

Her voice broke into a sob.

“Joseph would still be alive if he hadn’t become friends with Alex here! He would still be alive if he hadn’t left the house that day to buy something! Maybe he wouldn’t have met Alex. Maybe he wouldn’t have defended Alex. Maybe he wouldn’t have gotten involved in what he got involved with. If not for Alex… Alex is to blame!

Alex is to blame for everything that’s happening, and no one can tell me otherwise!”

“Choice, listen,” Mama Grace tried again, her voice pleading. “You just have to listen to Alex’s side of the story. We don’t even know what happened”

Choice cut her off, turning to Alex, staring at him hard. He was about to step back, to move to the other side, when his hand brushed against his bag. Something fell out with a dull thud.

Mommy Choice, Mommy Grace, and Alex all looked down at the same time.

And what they saw made their faces freeze in shock.

Alex’s eyes widened. Fuck.This was the last thing he’d ever expected. The very last thing.

Oh Thomas … what have you done ? What will she do now? What will they think?

Mommy Grace stared at what lay on the floor, her eyes wide open, her breath caught in her throat.

Choice stared too, her mouth falling open, her whole body going still.

A... Alex ...

“ you ... truly came with a gun to my house? Mum see it's... it .. it's a gun ?”

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