Español
Português
Italiano
Русский
Deutsch
Français
The sun was painting a pretty sunset in the Southern California area tonight . All pinks, oranges, reds blending together as the sun tried to disappear behind some hills . I don't like sunsets . Not one bit . It always meant that it's time for me to go back to the house . A house that wasn't a home . Never was and probably never will be .
I parked my bike beside the one story building and snuck in through the back door trying to make as little noise as possible . Less noise usually meant less trouble .
Advertisement
"Jake!? Get in here this instant!" A high pitched voice hollered from the living room . She didn't sound like she was in a good mood . She hardly ever was . I sighed and made my way to the room where my mother waited .
She sat on the ratty, old, blue couch we've had since I could remember when . A glass bottle half empty was in her right hand . A baseball bat in her left . MY baseball bat . Oh no, this can't be good . "Well?? Aren't you going to greet your mother? Should be common courtesy to greet the one who brought you into this world . " She took a few swigs from the bottle, no doubt getting shit-faced . Like always .
"Hi, Mom . " I tried to keep my distance from her and making sure I had an escape plan . Not something a thirteen-year-old usually had to keep in mind, but you pick up on these things when you've only ever lived with an alcoholic, abusive, crazy mother .
"We got a call today . " Her voice made me tense preparing for whatever bad news she was about to deliver . "A man was looking for me to ask if my son, Jake, would be interested in going to some fancy-schmany private high school on a baseball scholarship . Imagine my surprise to find out my boy was so good at a sport I banned him to play . So I decide to go through his room to find out what other secrets he's keeping . " She playfully swung the bat around, looking a bit deranged . "Look what I found . "
I clenched my fists, inwardly cursing that coach . I told him to never call the house number; that he could just find me at my school . "That's just for decoration . " I lied through my teeth, hoping to buy some time before the alcohol makes her sleepy .
She chuckled, placing the bottle down as she stood up . "My boy, you think you can lie to me?" She gripped the bat with both hands and started to recklessly swing it around . "Were you thinking I didn't notice you leaving early and coming back late? That you were slowly turning into your brother? Into your father? Stupid . "
I knew it was time to make a run for it . Whenever she mentioned the missing half of our family, it only spelt out bad news for me . And danger . As I tried to back up the way I came in, she charged me . Lifting the bat in the air, she swung it down like a sword, connecting with the back of my head . I tumbled down in pain and she continued her beating . The bat took turns hitting by ribs, legs and arms . I rolled into a ball, trying to protect my abdomen and head . Everything was hurting in mere minutes .
Why me? Why her? Did my dad and older brother know that they left me in the hands of a crazy person? Do they even care?
I blacked out .
|
Donate
Oh o, this user has not set a donation button.
|
|
Report
|
 |
Novel Cool
Read thousands of novels online
|