A Broken Boy

Chapter 5, In A Locked Room

~Michael~

I felt like passing out watching my dad's face go from his tan, sunburned color to pale from shame and embarrassment to red with rivers of blood coming out his nose as Sam unleashed power and anger, I've never witnessed. His fists were covered with his father's blood and some of his own from the hard blows his fists delivered. My mom couldn't just sit there and watch him die, she was mad at her husband but deep inside she still had much love for him, she quickly ran to the fight and laid her body down on her husband, and asked Sam to stop. "Please baby, please, let him go and you never have to see him again, what's going to happen to you if you kill him? Who's going to lead the family if you're both gone? Please... This isn't you" Sam took a few breaths and his eyes were brought to me when I let out a small cry and tear, he saw that I was scared. He stood up and realized his mistake, I saw my father slowly collect his breath- he reached his hand to his belt and pulled out a gun. My mom's eyes opened wide, and she started crying while looking at my father's bloody face "Christopher!!! Don't! please, don't do it!" I wanted to hide inside so badly, things were just getting worse and worse and I was scared I was going to get dragged into the fight. My dad collected his strength while his arm was lifted straight towards Sam with a gun at the end he stood up and started walking towards Sam, "See what I mean... You're going to kill every single one of us if you had to wouldn't you?" "don't make me shoot you, Sam, I told you to clean up your attitude a long time ago but you decided to keep it, and look where it got us... all I want you to do, Is leave this house... Or else." He said it with a haunting voice as he readied his gun, Sam lifted his hands up and slowly walked to the front door, my mom ran to our room and slammed the door shut, locked it, and barricaded it with our drawer. She loved Sam and didn't want dad to hurt him but she also didn't want us to get hurt, so she tried her best to keep us away from dad-he was not to be trusted anymore. I couldn't hear anything no matter how hard I tried, mom told us to sit next to her and she wrapped her arms around us and looked at our sad- scared faces, she tried to keep her fear inside of her but I could tell she missed her son, the one who worked late nights trying to earn enough money to provide for the family, he was also my big brother and the title was not inappropriate for him/ he was there for me when I needed him and he even prepared me for work on the farm when my dad was at war. We were all quiet though... Not even mom would speak with her soft voice to comfort us for she had too much going on in her heart and mind- was the man she once loved her true love? Or a dangerous spy? She honestly didn't know at this point. Then we heard gunshots, BANG BANG.... then again BANG BANG! My mom stood up as if there was something she could do about it when there wasn't unless she was going to leave the room. She started hyperventilating and pacing around the room so I stood up and walked up to her with my arms out ending with an open hand I thought she could hold to make her feel better, she looked at it and started breathing harder. "Michael, don't you see what's happening? Sam might be dead, your father is some crazy spy, and I don't know what going to happen to us!" I felt a little hurt but I shook it off and kept my hand up, waiting for her to hold it. "Michael baby I-I don't need... I just need to be left alone for a bit." She walked to my bed as I sat down at my sister's. Maybe she just needs some time... she still loves you... right? I thought to myself, I also thought about what my mom said." And I don't know what's going to happen to us!".... Over and over It repeated in my head till I whispered out the words "What do you think gonna happen to us mom?" My mom heard me speak but not the words that left my mouth. "What was that baby?" "What do... what do you think going to happen to us?" She let out a sigh and walked up to me, lowered herself, and sat down. "Well... I don't know what I think.... But you don't need to worry about that, now... how about that hand?" She laid her hand on the ground with the palm facing upwards, and I laid mine on top as a small smile appeared on both our faces.