As I grew closer to home, my rage grew uncontrollable. Steve was waiting for me at the door with a look of both satisfaction and anxiousnes. 'Cmon James yer mum needs....' He didn't get to finish his sentence as I sunk my fist in his large beer gut. He doubled over wheezing. As the rage took me over completely I hit him with everything I could. My sister was screaming as I mercilessly beat her father. 'James stop please' my sister cried. 'Fine' I spat 'but if you ever come back here Steve I will kill you. Ya got that dipshit.' He tried to stand up but my doc martins crashing into his nose made him stay firmly on the floor. As he lay howling on the floor i took the liberty of getting all of his stuff and threw it on him and dragged him out of the front garden and spat on him. He crawled on his knees and looked up at me. 'You can't do this' he snivelled ,but before I could hurt him anymore my mum said 'just go Steve'. He looked at both of us with tears dripping down his face. I turned away, disgusted at this scene. 'Steve go' my mum shouted and with that he finally got up and limped off into the darkness.
As I sat in a hospital waiting room, viciously biting my nails as my mum was being checked out my phone rang. I looked at it and a small smirk fell in place on my face. It was my best friend Mikey. 'Dude what the fuck did you do to Steve' he said breathlessly. I frowned. 'How do you know?' I asked 'Steve came crawling round ours. He said you beat on him for no reason. Bro you've broken at least 3 of his bones!' I smiled. He'll remember me for a while. 'Anyway why did you beat him?' 'He beat my mum half to death' I snarled, gripping the phone so hard my knuckles turned white. 'Broooo' Mikey breathed out. I heard a commotion down the phone and suddenly a gruff voice asked 'James? Is that you son?' I let out the breath I had been holding. 'Yes Mr Grean' 'don't call me that James, you've known me for long enough. Anyway what's this between you and Steve?' He asked the question I was dreading. He and Steve were old friends. 'I'm sorry to tell you this Paul, but he beat on my mum' I said with as much venom in those words as I could. 'That bugger' Paul said. 'Where are you?' He asked. 'In the hospital' i answered gingerly. 'Right were coming over, we'll be there in 10' he said kindly 'I'm also kicking our Steve' he added, probably for my benefit. 'Thanks again Mr Grean' I said with emotion and hung up the phone.
A solemn doctor walked up to me. My heart started beating faster and faster. The he said those words which will haunt me for the rest of my days. 'Sorry son. Your mum she's.....she's gone'.
