Revelations Part III The Closer

Matthew and a gang of police cars showed up at the house in ten minutes flat. Two police officers piled into the room and took my mother from the bed, knocking the water to the floor. Matt found me in the hallway and held me as I watched them take my mother away. I almost regretted my decision, but she had been in the same house with my children, she had touched my children, she had thought of killing me, she had no right. "Let's go somewhere." Matt whispered, and he slipped into our room and a few seconds later appeared completely dressed in regular clothes. We walked to the park, and I couldn't imagine it was already dark outside. Matt sits on the swing and begins to pump his legs he flies through the air seamlessly, without disturbing anyone in his wake.

He scrapes the ground with his shoes and he comes to a halt and faces me.
"Kermit." He whispers.
"You haven't called me Kermit in, well, forever.." I whisper.
 "I know." He whispers back, a smile plays across his face.
 "We should get married." He said, childish and giddy.
"I know, but isn't that what this is for?" I asked, smiling. I held up my hand and showed him the small golden band with the single diamond placed upon it.
"Well of course, but I mean we should get married now." He said. We were at the park in the middle of the night. Escaping life. He stood and then kneeled on the ground in front of my swing.
"Do you Caitlin Marie Murray, take me, Matthew Jay Humphrey as your lawfully wedded husband? Through sickness and through health? For wealth and for poor?" He asked, he picked a dandelion and stuck it in my hand.

"I do." I whispered. He rose from his knee and took my hand. We ran by the small man made pond and stood on the little bridge.
 "Do you, Matthew Jay Humphrey, take me, Caitlin Marie Murray, as your lawfully wedded wife? Through sickness and through health? For wealth and for poor?" I asked.
"Well about that.." Matthew whispered.
"I would be honored, and of course I do!" He said.
"You may kiss the bride." I whispered. Two of his fingers reached for my chin, and with the lightest touch possible he tilted my head back and kissed me. The moonlight shone on the water, and the world stood still for the ten, twenty, thirty, blissful seconds he kissed me. When he stopped the world returned to normal, it began to spin again, I began to breathe, and a smile spread across Matthew's lips.

"So, where's our honey moon?" He whispered, I was going to respond, I so desperately wanted to, but my cell phone rang.
"Hello." I said into the receiver.
"Hello may I speak with Caitlin Murray?" A gruff voice asked.
"Present." I whispered. Matt was running his fingers through my hair.
"Your mother passed away, she commit suicide. I'm sorry, the charges will not be filed. She's at the morgue. Have a nice night." And the man hung up.
"Was that about your mom?" Matt asked, noticing the bewilderment in my eyes.
"Yeah, she's dead." I whispered, and for a moment I didn't want it to be true.
Matt covered me in an embrace. "But you're right here." He whispered in my ear. "And that's all that matters."
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Apparently my mother retold her story to the cops, a clean confession, but of course once they put her in the cell she lost it and decided she would live by her own rules. She stripped from her nightgown, and in the gleam of the night hung herself from the window bars. The cops didn't know when she had done it, there was an eye on her at all times, and yet it wasn't good enough. Diana and Sarah didn't believe me, that their perfect little mother could be a killer. I sat through her funeral, front row and watched her sink under the ground next to my father.
"She has no right, absolutely no right to be buried by him." I said.
"She didn't kill anyone Cait. Mom wouldn't do that." Sarah insisted.
"Well, she's already under, it doesn't really matter." Diana whispered, shaking her head.
"Alright now to discuss her furniture, and the money.." Sarah said, sitting on the ground.
"Take it, you two, take it all. I don't want a single thing of hers. If she put it in the will throw it away." I said, staring at the headstone which read Cecilia Murray, a loving mother and wife. You will be missed. Yes because mothers killed their sons, who weren't a day over two.
"Even the money?" Diana said.
"I don't want any of it. She hated me anyways, if she left anything its probably trash." I said. I rubbed my fingers on my fathers headstone.
"She didn't hate you." Sarah said rolling her eyes.
"Listen, Matt's at the hotel waiting for this to be over with so we can go home. I happen to have five kids at home right now. Have any questions call, but its going to be the same answer over and over again. I don't want it, you can have it." I said, and I rose to my feet abruptly.
"Alright... Bye." Diana said, and she watched me walk to my car, get in and speed away. I honestly didn't want to have a thing to do with my family anymore. They all thought I was a liar, not even my mothers old friends who knew her right after she ran. I had made it all up. Of course, that's what happened.

When I got to the hotel room Matt was there with open arms. I fell into them easily. "Let's go home and forget this all." He whispered into my ear. "If only it were that easy." I whispered back. "I never in my wildest dreams imagined it like this, at the very most I thought she was harboring so much love that she couldn't show it all. I didn't know I was the copycat image of a son she killed with her hands, and a knife." I whispered. The tears burned the back of my eyes, but I would not cry. "It's okay... I'm here." Matt whispered and he held me tighter. I gave up fighting and melted. Tears stained the back of his shirt, and were burning my flesh. He slid down the wall and let me sit in his lap, he rocked me back and forth. "It's all alright." He whispered over and over again.
       That night I decided that I had no connections with "Cecilia Marie Murray." There's more irony concealed in that, than even I want to explore. I've never met the woman in my life, and if I have any say in it, I was an only child. Diana and Sarah never called me, like they promised, and in my wedding nightmare my mother is the one who sets off the bombs, leaping from her blood puddle and laughing, pulling a trigger. The night is a long and restless one.