The mute witness

Chapter one

Zsolt's POV:

"Zol, get your homework done, I'm not going to tell you again!" My mom yelled, her eyes half-lidded and filled with anger. Wow, my beloathed.

"You're happy," I say under my breath in the kitchen when my mom got home from the bar, probably drunk and slamming the door closed behind her. Even though she sounds like she's in a good mood, I still flinch.

I was working on the last of my homework when she got back, inwardly cursing at the hell my mom has caused.

"Answer me, goddammit!" My mom said because I took too long to respond to her. It wouldn't really matter anyways, since she was going deaf as age took a toll on her.

"Mom, I'm almost done," I say with fear in my voice, not wanting to get punished like last time.

"You know what, I'm too tired to punish your backtalk tonight, make yourself dinner. We're starting to run out of ramen, so make sure on your way from school to go to the fuckin' store and buy some." My mom said in a groggy voice, slurring her words as she lazily trotted off to her room.

I wait until I hear her bedroom door close to do the last math problem I had. Thankfully, we were in an easy lesson today. Sometimes my school does lessons from previous years so that we don't forget them before the next, harder unit.

"Ok, so formula Y equals MX plus B... plug those numbers in... and get... 25 for an answer, and done." I whispered to myself, doing the last problem.

yes, my mom is abusive to me, but if CPS was in the mix, she was sober enough amd 'she' always had enough to support me and there was food and water in the fridge, so nothing happened. believe me, I've tried. 

I close my notebook and submit the assignment on the computer. I put on music quietly in the background, press "Shuffle play" on my playlist and the first song it plays is "cigarette daydreams" by Cage the Elephant. I had a feeling I was most of those listens.

It's seven in the evening, so I need to make something quick for myself. "Haven't had this in a while." I mumbled to myself, pulling out the box of kraft mac and cheese from the pantry.

My whole body still hurts from yesterday's beating, so I grab an ice pack from the freezer while I'm waiting for the water to boil and put it on my shoulder and face where most of my mother's blows went last night.

"What the fuck am I doing..? This won't help." I whisper to myself as I'm putting the icepack back. I'm just sitting there listening to music waiting for the water to boil.

When the water boils, I throw in the noodles and.. Well, you get the drill, you've probably made mac n cheese before. When I'm done making the food, I clean up the mess, plate some for me, and put the extra at the back burner in case mom wants some later. I go into my room to eat it.

I don't know what to watch, so I just put on Ant-Man because it's pretty mindless and I love Luis's stories.

I finish eating about a half-hour later and wash my bowl, then grab a water and go back to bed to finish the movie. Shortly after, I watched another and went to go to bed. I decided to stay up a bit, since I knew that my mom would be passed out. I browsed an online support forum, trying to find if anybody was in a similar situation. My tv as background noise. 

[touhoumonz asked,
   anybody else get so fucking tired of their parents bullshit?? ]

[Aj_56latrix commented,
   Can't relate. Your parents prob took your phone away or something, if it's that bad go kys omegalul ]

[1NVADERZlMMZ commented,
    Do you have to be that low to go and tell somebody to kts when they're in a horrible situation? Go wander back to your mums basement, the amount of trolling you do must be bigger than the amount you weigh ]