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phoned me, Mum,’ he protested.
    ‘ You and that slag you live with, laughing at me,’ said Mrs Green.
    ‘ Jesus, Mum. Have you stopped taking your pills?’
    Mrs Green had been on antidepressants and anti-psychotic drugs for as long as Ben could remember. She used to see a psychiatrist who wanted her hospitalised, for her own good, but she refused.
    Her husband, Graham, could only do so much, and found himself carrying the responsibility of raising Ben almost single-handedly as well as caring for his mentally unstable wife. Maybe that’s why he loved working s o much; he just needed some ‘me time’, away from the house, time to blow off some steam, even.
    Now Graham was gone, Mrs Green was rapidly declining into full-blown madness.
    Ben walked past her and sat down at the large table in the kitchen. His mum followed him and with a smile offered him a cup of tea, that’s how quickly she could change, Ben forced a smile back.
    ‘Thanks Mum.’
    She made his tea as Ben explained about losing his job, how Charlie was a selfish bastard, and then going home to find Natalie in bed with another man, who happened to be his old friend, David. Annoyingly to his mother, Ben explained that he was partly to blame for Natalie’s disloyalty, as he had been so lost in his own little world recently.
    ‘ That’s nonsense, Ben, utter bullshit. She was always a slippery one, that Natasha,’ said Mrs Green.
    ‘ Natalie,’ he corrected.
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    Ben jumped at the sound of the local newspaper being pushed through the letterbox. Mrs Green noticed and asked why he was so nervous. He denied anything was wrong and stood to get the newspaper. He avoided his mother’s gaze as he sat back at the table and laid the paper down in front of him, ‘ANOTHER DETECTIVE GIVES UP ON THE PHANTOM’ read the headline.
    Ben skimmed over the article. The words ‘MURDERS, DEATHS, VICTIMS’ jumped out at him from the page. He pushed the paper to one side and caught his mother’s eyes still staring at him.
    ‘ What are you not telling me, Ben?’
    ‘ I’ve told you everything, Mum. I lost my job and my girlfriends shagging one of my mates,’ he said, struggling to maintain eye contact with her. He shifted awkwardly in his seat.
    Mrs Green knew when her son wasn’t telling all. It might not have been pure love, but there was a very special bond between this mother and son. She knew when he was happy or sad. She had a great instinct when it came to her son, they shared the same blood, but it was more than that. She could read him like a book.
    ‘ You’re sweating, Ben,’ she said. ‘And pale. Go look in the mirror.’
    ‘ No,’ Ben snapped.
    Mrs Green reached across the table, grabbed Ben by the wrists and stared deep into his eyes. She saw something, something that shocked her, although it was a pleasant surprise. She let his wrists go and sat back in her seat.
    ‘ I’ve seen those eyes before,’ she said.
    ‘ What are you talking about?’ asked Ben.
    She smiled to herself and sipped her tea as Ben took back the paper and flicked through the pages, anything to keep him from having to talk to his mother. He came across the page which gave details on local events and meeting groups. He scanned down and fingered the advertisement for a local anger management class.
    ‘ That won’t help you,’ said Mrs Green, reading his thoughts. ‘You had the urge, didn’t you, my darling?’
    ‘ I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mum. I think we need to get you back to the doctor,’ he said.
    ‘ I can see it in your eyes, Ben. You’ve crossed a line. You’ve done it haven’t you?’ she persisted.
    Ben made a mental note of the time and address of the meeting that night. He explained to his mother that he had just popped round to check she was ok, and if she needed him to just call. But she was paying no attention to the words he said as he made his way to the kitchen door.
    ‘ Ben.’
    He turned his head to face her.
    ‘ Your