Her Kind Intentions

Synopsis

My mother was born with a rebellious streak. Whatever anyone told her to do, she did the opposite—she lived to go against the grain. Before the SAT, I warned her not to touch my things. She turned around and stitched cheat notes into my clothes. I was ruled guilty of cheating and expelled on the spot. I brought my student records home and told her—over and over—not to touch them. But while I was out, she tore them open and "fixed" them for me. When I confronted her, my father, David, stepped in and said she meant well and that I should be more understanding. I was so angry I broke down and developed severe anxiety. The doctor said I needed peace and rest. My mother, however, brought a bunch of her guy pals over and had them singing and dancing in the living room. She told me to join in—said moving around was good for my health. Instead, I was violated by those old men. That was when the depression set in. I picked up a knife and told them to pay for what they'd done. But David and my brother, Lucas, stopped me. David said, "They're close to your mother. Let it go. It's not the end of the world." In the struggle, the blade sank into my heart. When I opened my eyes again, I swore I'd make everyone pay for my mother's "good intentions."