"000, what is your emergency?"
"Hi, please send help! My mums gone absolutely mental!" I screamed into the phone. I wanted it to sound more convincing than it needed to.
"Yes ma'am, what is the problem?" She sighed calmly. I questioned how she was so calm in a situation like this. Well I suppose she had probably dealt with cases like this before.
"My mum she's high off drugs and started swinging a baseball bat at us! A metal one to be specific. She went to go hit my little brother and so I grabbed it and tried to defend us! Now she is on the ground unconscious." Trying not to stutter my words but failing miserably.
"Okay I need the address, the police and ambulance have been dispatched."
I felt a sigh of relief as she believed me. A heavy weight had just been lifted off my shoulders knowing that my brother and I are going to get the life him and I had been longing for. About 5 minutes later the police and ambulance show up sprinting in through the front door. A officer pull my little brother and I outside for questioning. Don't get me wrong I was very intimidated but, I had to do it for bun bun.
After a long list of questions the police officer dragged my brother and I over to the ambulance to be checked. They swabbed bun buns saliva first checking for any possibilities of drugs in his system. It came out POSITIVE.
"Little man, did your mummy do this to you? The nurse questioned.
Bun Bun nodded his head up and now to exclaim yes as he was too nervous to let out an even remotely small noise. I felt bad for the kid, he's only 4 and a bit. Going through this at such a young age will cause life long trauma but there's nothing I can do about it other than therapy.
They than swabbed me, I came back NEGATIVE considering I was only in the house for five minutes, I am surprised I didn't have a positive result. I guess I was more so focused about beating the living shit out of my mother then breathing in air. Eventually we got taken away by CPS (child protective services).
"Where we go?" Bun Bun questioned.
"Somewhere Bun Bun, we just gotta be patient now." Trying to hold in my tears.
"When we go home?" He said with a concerned look on his face.
"We will be home soon, a better home baby."
I started to tear up, knowing that it will take some adjusting for him. I'd rather him be safe then in a shitty trap house. We will be home soon.
YOU ARE READING
Realisation.
PertualanganThis story is for the people who have lost loved ones to drug addiction. I want people to know that there is always help out there, no matter the cause. Staying silent is not your only option. I hope and pray for you all.
