Realisation.

Sorry Not Sorry Bitch.

I get to the front door of my house clenching my fingers crossed, praying that mum isn't high. I unlock the door and almost straight away a strong stench of meth burning enters my nose. "What the fuck are you doing home so early bitch?" My mother screams from the other end of the house. "Mum it's three o'clock, schools finished." I grab my little brother and the cat before she yells back something so stupid and idiotic. My little brother was the only thing I had left after dad abandoned us with mum. I was going to keep him safe no matter what ever it was.

"Amarni?" My little brother said ever so cutely. "Yes bun bun?"
That was the nickname I gave him the day before we discovered mum went back on drugs. I bought him this fluffy bunny onesie that he still owns.
"Why are you colourful?" He questioned.
"What do you mea-". I stopped my sentence and squatted down.
"Oh my god, bun bun! What did mummy do to you?!" His eyes were bloodshot red with his pupils very dilated.
"She made me have some of her special air!" I immediately panicked, I lay him down, grabbed some water and made him close his eyes. I am no doctor but I have been around this long enough to know what to do.

I ran into the house with a clenched fist around the metal bat. In my head i'm thinking "1...2...3!"
I swang that fucking bat straight to the back of her head knocking her out straight away. I don't know what had gotten into me but I didn't stop. I saw my brother start to open the door so I pretended that mum had just had a bit to much 'special air' and fell over.
It wasn't hard to convince a 5 year old at all, but I did feel bad for lying to my brother. It was only to keep him safe. I demand him to leave the room as I needed to make a bullshit lie now.
This could go one of two ways, either I tell them that she attempted to hit my brother and I and they believe me or, they charge me with attempted murder.

I make the call and pray to god, maybe this time someone will help me.