Healing Fave

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Fave

I was seething, it was so hard to concentrate. I felt the irritation stubbornly cling to the walls of my lungs, the pace of my breathing, hasty and angry.

I stared down at my phone, kept staring at the text my mother had sent. My father was finally back home, sick and hungover as usual. I imagined him in his bedroom, shamelessly slumped over a pool of his own vomit.

Obviously he expected us to clean up after him, and then few hours after a good rest in bed and a good meal, he would be back to hugging his liquor bottle once more, venting his pathetic maliciousness on the very people who took care of him.

I recalled a time my father has snapped at me to fill his glass with vodka and return it to him in the living room.

  I had spat repeatedly into it, had watched my saliva dissolved into the glass with so much glee. I had anticipated watching my father unknowingly gulp down my saliva, I felt it would soothe the burning detest I felt for him, at least just a little.

Unfortunately, my mum had been standing at the doorway, her eyes brimming with tears of fear and disgust. She had snatched the glass cup out of my hands, hurriedly pouring the contents into the sink and trashing the cup in the bin.
She has hooked me with her disappointing glare, while I glowered at her without remorse.

  I had felt nothing. And like the pathetic good wife that she was, she has fetched him another glass of another vodka. That same night he had bashed the back of her head against the kitchen counter while I had endured the rest of the fatal blows. I had ended up unconscious, with a dislocated wrist.

She has cried over my  bruised battered face, promising me that we were going to leave.  The next morning, I had met her sliding my father a plate of breakfast, staring at him like he was the centre of her universe and she pretended nothing ever happened the previous night.

  It was a sickening repeated circle of events, nothing was ever going to change, she was never going to leave.

I laughed, it was dry and choking and almost painful. The person sitting down beside me glared at me before returning to his book where as I couldn't even do anything, it was difficult to listen. All I felt was the anger that was eating me up alive in the inside.

I blinked back angry tears and buried my head in-between my hands. I wouldn't be able to understand what the lecturer was saying anyways.
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The day had quickly went by in a blur. I had avoided everyone, even my best friends. I could feel an incoming headache and I has skipped school for the rest of the day. Dad was alone with mum, I was constantly plagued with unease. Home was the last place I wanted to be right now but I had to make sure she was safe.

It's funny how you keep picking her all the time, can't you see? She doesn't even care about you? Stop returning the favour. For once be selfish!

I sighed, over come with anxiety, the sight of the blank range rover In the drive way was confirmation that he was home. I suddenly felt nauseous, forced myself to enter into the house. It seemed empty.  I quickly scanned the living room and then frantically headed to the kitchen.
"Mum?"
 
  She was leaned over the counter, quietly sniffing, I caught the bruise that ran over her left arm, at the sound of my voice. She raised her head, alarmed.
 
I stared at her bleeding mouth and her swollen eye, still trying to process what I felt.
" Baby, you weren't suppose to be here early?" She hurried over to me, her gaze frantically scanning the kitchen.

" Well, where else was I suppose to be mum? Knowing you were going to be here with hin all alone" I snapped, shrugging off her hands as I took a step away from her.

" I could handle it" she said softly, her eyes brimming with tears. I glared at her for a long moment, taking my time to scan her dishevelled appearance. I scoffed loudly.

  "Yeah mum, I can see how good you handled it" I bitterly drawled, my gaze lingering on her swollen eye.

" He didn't mean to hurt me Fave, he didn't mean to at all, it was just a misunderstanding. You shouldn't have left school" she shakily raised up her hand to clean up some of the dried blood from her busted lip.
 
  I fought the urge to violently shake my mother by her shoulders, she needed to snap of it. She needed to forsake her forbidden hopes of him ever caring for us. This was dad. Didn't she know? Didn't she know he was never going see us as anything apart from punching bags. He didn't love us, never had, never will and the sooner she began to come in terms with the bitter truth. The better for us.. the better for me! If not for anything I deserved better.

  " Your father brought her to the house Fave" her voice broke as she pressed her hand against her mouth, painfully swallowing back a sob. I stood frozen, not moving, not reacting, only listening.

" You should have seen the look on her face, she was looking at me like I was garbage.. in my own home.....I confronted your father about it, I don't understand how he could do this to me. I love him." She whispered, clutching her hair in utter fustration. 

" They're in there! In my bedroom, she's on my matrimonial bed. She's there with my husband!"

"Mum" I snapped, gripping her hand, compulsing her to see the desperation and the anguish I felt.
"Let's leave mum, let's leave. You don't need him, we don't need him"
She glared at me and snatched her hand away.

" We have no where to go and you know that, I love him fave. He's going to change. I'm sure of it.  It's just going to take some time"
I stood for long time, overcome with disgust. Amused at how our lives turned out to be an utter joke to my mother. So many emotions coursed through me that I didn't really know what to feel. Would I be justified detesting my mother? Turning away, I left her in the kitchen without uttering another word.

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