Don't hurt mummy

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She lay there. Still as ever. I didn't know what to do, he hit her! The monster actually hit her again! Mum was so still, as if she was dead
I stood up from the corner I was in and tiptoed towards her. There is a puddle of redness around her skull, and her lip is three times the size it normally is. Bruised and battered. I feel sorry for her.
I try to move mum so she is  facing the ceiling but she is heavy. I feel a dead weight at the end of my hands but I have to move her! Before he comes back, the devil himself. I have an idea! And in one swift movement I  pick up the reciever to our landline.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
The dog has cut the wire! I knew this would happen. He's always told me that if I EVER ring the police, I'd wish I've never been born.
To be honest, sometimes I wish I never was. Mum's always in her room crying, or on the floor whimpering. Jackson is never home, and the dog is either at the pub or making his fist connect to mum's stomach. I'm nothing. I just cower in the corner watching mum be beaten black and blue.
He hasn't hurt me this time. He tried to. But the light bulb he threw at me mearley hit my head, so i'm left with a small cut on my forehead thats oozing sticky blood down the side of my face.
I've had worse. Broken bones, fractured skull, internal bleeding, the teachers sometimes ask how I've managed to hurt myself, but i always shrug it off, or blame it on playfighting.
But mum, oh poor mum! Sometimes she's left on the floor for days in pain! She never goes out. She can't! She'll stick out like a sore thumb, with the scars covering every inch of her body.
I hear a deep, heavy sigh, and come out of my day dream. Mum's awake. Staring at me with those gorgeous blue eyes of hers. I can see the fear embedded deep into them as she swivels her eyes towards the door, then, satisfed he's gone, she looks around the room, grabbing onto my arm tighter. I feel her nails digging into me but I don't move. I'm a strong girl! And right now, mum needs me more than ever. She winces with pain as she tries to sit up.
I slide my hand around her back to steady her. Mum clutches to her stomach tightly. Face screwed up. I'm sure he's broken the rest of her ribs. The monster stood on her with so much force I even heard a crack.
Now its my job to help mum. Mop up the blood, and make her some tea and dinner. Before she's due for another beating. I'm sure I can do that before he comes back.

A/N
Hey guys! This is my first ever attempt to write something like this. I'd love some constructive critisism and some ideas maybe? Feel free to message me!
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-Misbah