BURY ME IN BLACK
MAMA
"Shit"i shouted as i woke up of the floor. Blood was gushing from my arm as it land on and smashed a glass when i fell. I was trying to pick some of the glass out when i heard shouting coming from downstairs. It sounded like my dad and my mum but my dad ran off with so blonde slut years ago leaving me and my mother to fend by ourselves. Wait it could be, but why would my dad be back hasn't he hurt my mom enough. Of course not that dick was evil even before he ran off i could remember my mom telling a seven year old frankie that she walked into a door not wanting it to ruin me and my dads relationship. I was young but i wasn't stupid I heard the shouting at night, the whack sound then the thud as my mother broke down crying whilst my father stumbled off to god knows where.
He was definitely back, no one could mistake the slurred voice why i had grew to know as the only other voice my father had beside the rough hungover one which was used to apologize to my mother in. Only for his to leave an hour later to get pissed and end up in a street fight which he blamed my mother for this was a main cause to the fights that lead to my mothers black eyes or bruises. I hated that dick for the pain he caused this family, for the way he was never sober long enough to know he had a son. When i was little i would hide in fear that he would hit me which happened once when i tried to help my mother, I was only seven when he hit me. Now even though i am older i was still weak compared to the man I was forced to call father. I felt like cowering in fear like when i was little but i needed to help my mom.
I got up and ignored the throbbing in my arm. I followed the noise into the kitchen where i could see my fathers hand raised above my mother, i snapped no more was i going to be little frankie clinging to him mother till she told him to go to his room while the adults "discussed" some things. No i was done being a coward.
"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS AWAY FROM MY MOM, YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH" I screeched
"Oh look here is my disappointment of a son"He answered with a grin
"I said back off" I said calmly but my voice was shaking
"Or what, i wish you were never born"He shouted at me
"GET OUT MY FUCKING HOUSE"My mum screamed
We both turned to see my mum pot in one hand and frying pan in the other, typical mum using kitchen appliances to defend herself. I was shocked with the rage in my mums eye, i had never seen her to angry.
"Shut up bitch"My dad sneered
Before i knew what was happening the pot went flying past my head knocking the son of a bitch out. He fell to the floor with a satisfying thud, it was sad really how much happiness i got from his pain. My mum grabbed the phone and done a lot of explaining to the police. The police finally arrived and arrested him before he regained consciousness. As soon as they left i pulled my mom into a hug, under the worst circumstances i was comforting her for once just like she did with me until i decided i was too old to be looked after like that by my mom. We soon got up so my mom could help my arm, it was nothing that couldn't be fixed with a basic first aid kit. After i was ready i called up Gee and told him everything and Gee being Gee went into over protective mode. we decided to go to the park, i just wished i could have seen what was going to make my bad day 10x worse.
He was definitely back, no one could mistake the slurred voice why i had grew to know as the only other voice my father had beside the rough hungover one which was used to apologize to my mother in. Only for his to leave an hour later to get pissed and end up in a street fight which he blamed my mother for this was a main cause to the fights that lead to my mothers black eyes or bruises. I hated that dick for the pain he caused this family, for the way he was never sober long enough to know he had a son. When i was little i would hide in fear that he would hit me which happened once when i tried to help my mother, I was only seven when he hit me. Now even though i am older i was still weak compared to the man I was forced to call father. I felt like cowering in fear like when i was little but i needed to help my mom.
I got up and ignored the throbbing in my arm. I followed the noise into the kitchen where i could see my fathers hand raised above my mother, i snapped no more was i going to be little frankie clinging to him mother till she told him to go to his room while the adults "discussed" some things. No i was done being a coward.
"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS AWAY FROM MY MOM, YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH" I screeched
"Oh look here is my disappointment of a son"He answered with a grin
"I said back off" I said calmly but my voice was shaking
"Or what, i wish you were never born"He shouted at me
"GET OUT MY FUCKING HOUSE"My mum screamed
We both turned to see my mum pot in one hand and frying pan in the other, typical mum using kitchen appliances to defend herself. I was shocked with the rage in my mums eye, i had never seen her to angry.
"Shut up bitch"My dad sneered
Before i knew what was happening the pot went flying past my head knocking the son of a bitch out. He fell to the floor with a satisfying thud, it was sad really how much happiness i got from his pain. My mum grabbed the phone and done a lot of explaining to the police. The police finally arrived and arrested him before he regained consciousness. As soon as they left i pulled my mom into a hug, under the worst circumstances i was comforting her for once just like she did with me until i decided i was too old to be looked after like that by my mom. We soon got up so my mom could help my arm, it was nothing that couldn't be fixed with a basic first aid kit. After i was ready i called up Gee and told him everything and Gee being Gee went into over protective mode. we decided to go to the park, i just wished i could have seen what was going to make my bad day 10x worse.
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I don't think so just writers block :)) Thanks for reading! x
5/24/14