Disorderly.

Chapter 4:

Chapter 4: Disaster Days

The next day I searched around for Vince, but I couldn’t find him. I started to feel concerned. Maybe something had happened between him and his mum? I spent the entire day worrying, and when three o’clock finally rolled around I couldn’t have been happier. I bolted home, thankfully I had worn my trainers. I pulled up when I reached our street. Straightening myself out, I felt really aware of my messy appearance. I walked down the street and approached his door. I held my fist out to knock, but before I had the chance it as wretched open, but not to a frustrated parent, but a smiling woman, who looked nothing like she had yesterday. “You must be Kailyn, I’ll get Vince for you,” she winked. “Vince love, someone is here to see you!” Then suddenly Vince appeared, grinning ear to ear. He hugged his mum before dragging me out. “Hey,” He said, still smiling warmly at me. We started walking down the street, turning into a park and sitting on a set of swings. I felt my eyebrows pull together as I tried to figure out what was going on. “Vince, I don-I just-I-I don't understand, I thought your mum was angry? And you weren’t at school today so I..” I mumbled.

“I um,” he began, I looked up at him, willing him to continue, “She’s only like that some days. She thought I deserved a day off today, so we went to a club and-” I cut him off there,

“ Vince, did you really skip school to go to a club, with your abusive mother? Because that doesn’t seem remotely plausible to me..” 

“I don’t do it all the time, I’m not that kind of person, Its just when she has a happy day, I like to spend as much time with her as I can.”

“Happy days?” I questioned.

“She’s always so distraught over everything that happens that, when she seems happy, you know, because she's so active and wants to go out and drink and stuff, I usually go with her. I kind of call those days her ‘Happy days,’” he explained shyly, staring at his feet. I felt my eyebrows knit together again, this whole situation was laced with a vague familiarity. “Vince I-” but I was interrupted there by I loud shrieking. 

Vince turned back. Eyes wide in shock, he sprinted back to his house and yanked open the door. I rushed after him, following inside. Vince’s house was a moderate size, and looked nicer from inside then out. It was a concrete, empty kind of place. Modern, but not very homey. Vince stormed up a set of stairs and I clambered after him. I tried to get his attention. What the hell was going on? Vince entered a dark room, It looked like a bedroom, possibly his mother. A dresser was on one side. A large king size bed sat against a wall. A hanging chandelier draped from the ceiling. Vince didn’t stop here though. He turned and tore open another door, revealing an ensuite bathroom, and laying on the floor, completely unconscious was his mother.

 She lay, blood pooled around her. Scratches drawn across her wrists, her abdomen, her thighs, her breasts. Vince stared at her, stunned.. I heard a scream, and suddenly realised it was me who made that sound. I lifted my hands to cover my mouth in surprise. Then raced back into the bedroom. Vince was still unmoving. I reached for the white bed sheets before turning back into the bathroom. I wrapped Vince’s mum in the sheets trying to stop the bleeding. I turned back in despair. Vince stared hard at me. “What’s her name?” I whispered slowly.

“Abigail,” he gasped. Then he turned back to her. His eyes focusing on her drained body. He wrapped his arms around her and carried  her out of the room and down the stairs. I dialled a hospital, knowing it would be faster to drive her then call for ambulance.