Jack.

Where will he go? What will he do?

His mother was killed. He killed his father. Not just some theft, a murder. Coming out in public wouldn't be easy for him.

But yes, no one saw him...he hoped so. Should he go back?

Of course not...

He rather went to his own home. His wife, and his unborn kid waited for Jack, as he was called from a small, candle-light dinner in progress.

Jack did come back, but not in a romantic mood. It was a mood, from a mind, totally shattered in sorrow. Jack couldn't express his feelings to his wife. Nor he could to any person in this world. But Jeanine snatched the words from his mouth. And yes, indeed. She was shocked and struck by grief. That scar... looked as if Jack was grinning an evil smile... such was the scar, running from his lip-ends to the ear, on both sides of the face. Jeanine broke down, listening to Jack, about what happened at Adam's.

She couldn't believe, Viola was gone, Adam was gone. Viola was a perfect mother-in-law, knew how to impress people, how to create a family for the vagabonds, how to wrap everyone she cared about in love.Viola was a loving mother.

She never saw the beast in Adam too. After her marriage, she lived only with Jack, in their own house. She knew Adam was a gentle man, as lied by Jack in the past. So, she was shocked on that topic too.

She asked, " Jack, how... th-this...scar?"

Jack wanted not to... but still he narrated the story:

" I lied. I didn't get that call from office - I got it from Ma. I heard her voice tremble, when she said me to come to her house, as fast as I could. I figured out something fishy... something dangerous going out there. So, I lied.

I hurried my car to her home. As soon as I got out of the car, I stumbled upon something...I tripped...I fell...I hurt my head a little.

I stood up, to see over what I stumbled upon. It was an empty bottle of whiskey. Till that time, I could figure out what danger was going on there at Ma's.

I ran towards the door. I opened the door with a hard bang. I saw..."

Tears rolled down his scared cheek, as he went on narrating his story. He continued -

" I saw Adam, trying to smooch over Ma. The hard bang I gave on the door didn't catch even a bit of attention of neither the drunk Adam, or terrified Ma.

As Adam was throwing himself over scared Ma, Ma gave him a hard push, bouncing him back a few steps. Then she ran towards the kitchen and reached for the kitchen knife. 'Don't come towards me, please', Viola screeched in horror.

Adam was a drinker, a feign. He didn't like what Viola tried to do...Not A Bit!!! So he approached Viola slowly, as Viola was petrified in fear. He snatched the knife from her tender hands, and drove the knife smoothly through Ma's gut, as Ma looked blank towards me. I couldn't move a bit, was petrified by what I was seeing... what I saw, I can't forget that in my whole life.

Then, he dragged down the knife from her belly. He turned to me.

He gave a satanic grin.

He slowly came towards me.

He said me in a drunk, devilish baritone, 'WHY SO SERIOUS, Dear Son ?'.

He, then inserted that knife, inside my mouth, as I stood there as a statue - in both, fear, and hatred & anger.

I could taste Ma's blood from that knife - it was so sweet, just as Ma is..."

"Just as Ma was!", Jack corrected himself, with tears rolling down his cheeks.

"He said that same thing again, in that same cunning voice and sarcastic mood, 'WHY SO SERIOUS ?'.

The words struck my ears, and my heart sharply. They, still are echoing in my brains.

Then...this unwanted smile came in my face."

Jack said those words, as he was gently rubbing his hand over the wound in his face. He continued -
"He said, 'Why are you looking blank ?... Okay, let's put a SMILE on that face ! '.

He clutched my jaw. Then he drove the knife, which was inside my mouth for quite a time, to both sides of the face - slitting my mouth open.

I felt nothing... literally nothing. All my pains were eaten by the terror, the melancholy, the rage, I got after losing Ma.

Then I did what I should have done when Ma was alive. I couldn't do anything then..."

Jack hit and threw whatever he got near him - the lamp; the glass cups; the candle, that was supposed to enlighten their evening - everything around, shattered. He continued again -

"I just took the knife. Drove it through his black heart, less-cold-heartedly, than what he did to Ma! His face... ch-changed. As if he became a sane Adam...as he was in his mornings, from his drunken mood. He looked at my face, crying, saying, 'Wh-why... did you-u-u ?'

It was too late to turn your emotions for a man like him, to have guilt of killing him, to pity on him.

And then he died in my arms."

Jack became silent. Everywhere still... totally silent.

He turned around to see the damages he caused. The lamp got damaged, it was not glowing. The candle's flame just went off. But the cups got shattered, after it hit a picture - the picture of Jack and Jeanine, on their honeymoon, at a beach. The cracks on the glass frame over that picture accumulated over Jeanine's face.

Jack could sense some danger...

Jack could sense...