The Curse Of The Crying Boy
Where Is He?

I take my phone out. I call Rene crying. He doesn’t pick up. I start hyperventilating. Where is my sweet boy? Who would take him away from me? Where did he go? I want him back now!

I hear the front door open. I run down the stairs in a panic. It’s Rene. I run to him, freaking out.

“RENE! Someone took him! My sweet boy! Someone took him!” I cry historically.

“What! Calm down! I don’t understand what you’re saying” he grabs me by the shoulders to hold me still. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

“My painting! it’s gone! Someone took him” I say calmly, for him to understand me.

“I know! I’m the one that took it!” He admits.

I can’t believe what I just heard. I look at my husband with big wide eyes, building up with tears. I want to strangle him right now. Who does he think he is to take my sweet boy away from me? I stand there frozen, afraid of what I’m about to do next. He took my baby away. The only thing that makes me happy. He took my everything. I close my eyes again and take another deep breath.

“You did what?” I ask, furious.

“I gave it away to an old lady a few blocks away” he answers me. Grabbing my hands into his.

“You did what?” I ask in a very cool tone. I’m about to explode.

“I had too honey” he says.

“Why?” I ask, breathing slowly.

“You were obsessed with it. You acted as if it was a real person” he explains. Getting closer to me.

“He is real” I take a step back.

“Honey you're scaring me, you’re acting weird! Even the maids, they came to me and said they heard you talking to yourself yesterday, and said you acted stranger when they would come in the room as if you were hiding something” he says. Trying to come closer again.

“It’s because I was talking with him. I didn’t want to get you mad! So I was hiding him from you. Like that you can’t hurt his feelings again” I take my hands out of his.

“Come on, Kathleen, what are you talking about? It’s a painting! How were you talking to him?” He asks. Standing there in disbelief.

“He would come out and talk to me” I admit.

“Okay, Ive heard enough! I’m glad I got rid of that fucking painting like that this nonsense is going to stops!” He storms off.

“Your going to regret this!” I yell at him, leaving, aggressively. He will!

I walk into my office and lock myself in.