THE PSYCHOPATH BABY BOY

The amnesia?

Rafa just got back from the apartment. Found Quenby sitting dumb on the couch. Rafa walked over and gathered at his mother's feet. There were blood stains on Quenby's face, and asked Rafa.

"Momy, why are you wearing so many bloodstains?" rafa asked, his face.

Quenby fell silent, rubbing his own cheek. Frown, trying to remember what happened.

"I killed people." Quenby smiled like a child.

"Kill?" rafa asked and sat down next to Quenby. Grabbing both of his mother's hands, looking at her face. "Who's Mommy Killing?"

Quenby regained his brows and tried to remember him again. "I don't know!" saith.

"Why did Momy kill that guy?" ask Rafa again.

"They want to kill me. Yes, I killed them." Answer Quenby.

"They." said Rafa slowly, it means more than one who tried to kill his mother.

"Uncle!" call Rafa to Pickles who is in the kitchen.

"Yes Sir!" sahut Pickle.

"Get me some warm water and a soft cloth!" Rafa's orders.

"Okay Sir!"

Rafa continued to look at his mother's face, as did Quenby. Like someone who just met after a long time apart.

Soon, Pickles came to bring warm water in a medium container with a soft cloth.

"Thank you Uncle!"

Pickles bent down for a moment, then he returned to the kitchen. Rafa cleans Quenby's face with warm water.

Every soft touch of Rafa's hand, Quenby's eyes closed, grabbed Rafa's hand and kissed him. "You're my son.."

Rafa withdrew his hand, staring at Quenby confusedly.

Rafa did not answer Quenby's question, he immediately checked Quenby's bag on the table. Then take a letter containing the results of Quenby's health test.

Rafa's eyes widened, his mouth gaping reading every description written on the paper. Then he looked at Quenby's face with a sad look.

"Momy!"

Rafa tightly hugged Quenby's body, his eyes starting to get wet with tears. He did not expect that Quenby had been trying to cover up his illness, and considered it all to be fine. Now Rafa understands why Quenby's attitude changes so much and is tempramental.

"I'm sorry, Momy.forgive me." she said softly.

"Sorry for what, baby?" quenby asked to take off her embrace.

"Momy, tell me. Who hit Mommy on the head?" ask Rafa.

Quenby frowned, trying to remember. But the results were in vain, the doctor said. Quenby will have amnesia for 15 minutes, after which he will return to normal. But the gal will keep repeating, every day until the rare amnesia Quenby suffers becomes permanent.

"No need to remember, let me finish it. They'll get the same reply, as you feel Mom." Rafa said in an angry tone.

Quenby shook his head, but recalled the word kill. Quenby smiles thinly, and invites Rafa to kill the man who has destroyed his family.

"Momy, I have to go to Taiwan. There's an important job, but I can't leave you here either. Do you want to come?" ask Rafa

"Of course I go with you wherever you go, you're my only son." Answer Quenby. "But who's your father? where's my husband?"

Rafa bowed his perverted head, his heart stinging more than ever. Quenby began to forget about personal things and the people closest to him.

"You don't have a husband Mom.Your husband is long dead." Obviously Rafa.

"Dead? why don't I remember it? but yes, if it is dead. I also have no memory of your father." Quenby laughed loudly, followed by Rafa.

"That's new, Momy me!" rafa hugged him back.

Today Quenby forgot who her husband was, slowly but surely. Quenby will forget his son and himself.