Him

Spilled Blood.

WARNING S/A!!!!!

The door opened and shit moved as the door pushed it aside. It was dark and I flipped on the light switch. My heart dropped when I saw him. 'fuck' I thought and I could feel the energy emitting from my mom. "I was wonderin when you'd show up." He said in a tense tone. He walked a little bit unsteady, obviously he had been drinking to keep the pain away. "Listen, we're just here to grab a few things and then leave." My mom said and I winced knowing he wouldn't let us leave. 'exactly the reason why I came in here.' I thought and I smiled looking down at my torn converse. "Ok, well then I wouldn't wanna keep you waiting." He smiled sinisterly and held his arm out gesturing to go on. 'nah, I don't trust this.' My mom walked in front of me and I grabbed her wrist. I shook my head and she just smiled. Didn't say anything, just smiled as if saying 'trust me.' Bitch, I trust you but not him. I let go of her wrist and followed her hesitantly to her room and watched her pull out a duffel bag from under the bed. She unzipped the bag and there was a shit load of money. 'where the fuck did all this come from?' I questioned but didn't say anything knowing Ben was in the other room listening. 

She opened her drawers and started shoving shorts, jeans, and random shirts in there. She ran into her bathroom and I heard rustling. 'there's probably about 60K in there.' I was probably wrong but that was a lot of fucking money I just saw. 'she's probably been working late shifts at the club to get extra money.' She came hustling out within 30 seconds with a makeup bag and necessary toiletries. She was obviously prepping for something like this for a while now because I knew she couldn't have thrown all her makeup and toiletries in a bag that fast. She zipped her bag up fast and handed me two bags, with something already in it. She nodded her head motioning for me to go pack my shit. I walked down the hall as fast as I could to my bedroom and closed the door behind me. I opened my drawers and unzipped the bag seeing there was money in there as well. 'yo, what the fuck mom?' I thought and looked down at the bag puzzled. 

I stood there only for about five seconds and tore open my drawers, throwing random ass clothes in there. I walked to me and my siblings bathroom grabbing my makeup from under the sink and dumping it all in my makeup bag. I zipped the bag up and threw it in my backpack since I didn't have room in the other bag due to the money and clothes. 'I also didn't pack the clothes correctly.' I nodded agreeing with my thoughts. I went back to the bathroom and grabbed all of our toothbrushes, brushes, shampoo, conditioner and body wash and threw it in the bag. I went into the bathroom one last time to grab cologne, perfume, and deodorant. But when I came out my door was open and Ben was standing there with a knife to my mom's throat. I dropped everything and went to run to my mom but he pressed the knife deeper into my moms throat. 'how long has it fucking been.' I thought trying to time when we came in and how long we had been in here for. "Don't you fucking move or I'll slit her sweet little cocksucking throat." He said in a sinister tone and smiled. My mouth opened and closed a few times still trying to do the math. 'it's been 10 minutes, he should be coming in here soon. The idiot probably set the phone timer for 15 minutes instead of fucking 10, I should've just said 10.' I thought. "Not so tough now are ya?" He was digging at me and we both knew it. I glanced at my mom mouthing 'I'm so fucking sorry.' She blinked and nodded her head lightly saying it was ok. 

I moved to sit down on my bed and he pressed the knife to my mom's throat and I saw little droplets of blood coming from her throat. "Chill bro." I said in a non-threatening tone and moved to sit down on my bed cautiously. "Don't move from there now girl." He said in a threatening tone. I nodded my head and he smiled. 'come on Alex, I'm buying you time by letting him do whatever.' He let my mom go hesitantly and threw her into the wall outside of my room. 'shit.' He closed my bedroom door and locked it. 'damn it. I knew this was stupid.' He stalked over to me like a lion stalking a gazelle. "Lie down." He said in a booming tone that made me jump. '12 minutes, come on.' I lied down not wanting to make him mad, already having a plan in mind. 

"Good girl. See how easy it is when you just listen?" I nodded and a tear rolled down my face. He came closer to me and put his hand in my sweats and on my sex. I flinched and more tears started flowing again. He put his head back and put his free hand over my mouth. I bit him, hard, drawing blood. He let out a pained scream and took his hand off of my sex. I rolled to the left and hit the floor with a thud. "15" I said and kicked his nose. Just then Alex came and kicked the door in making a splitting noise. I looked over to him and he came in and pulled Ben by the collar of his shirt, throwing him against the wall. "IF YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH HER OR MY MOM AGAIN I'LL FUCKING MURDER YOU WITH MY BARE FUCKING HANDS." He yelled in his face. He threw him onto the ground next to me and started punching him. 'One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.' He was out by then. But Alex kept going. I knew where he was coming from but we needed to leave. "Alex, we gotta go bubs." I said while standing up.'fuck, he's seeing red.' I slapped him and yelled at him. "ALEX WE NEED TO GO." I yelled in his ear. I grabbed his shoulder and shoved him off of Ben. "ALEX SNAP OUT OF THE SHIT." I yelled in his face, slapping him lightly back and forth. 

He finally stopped looking at the bloody mess that was Ben and looked at me. Those big blue eyes piercing my own. His shaggy black hair was falling into his eyes and he was still breathing heavily and sweating. I held his shoulders firm and stared at him until his breathing became normal and his pupils became smaller. He suddenly pulled me into a hug and started crying. "I'm so sorry Aria. I just wanted to kill him." He said in between sobs. I rubbed his back soothingly and said "I know, Alex, I know. But we have to go." He let me go and nodded once, wiping his tears. I helped him stand up, and we grabbed my bags off of the bed throwing the shit I dropped into the bag. Alex and I never broke down sobbing. He would apologize later and ask me to forget about it and I would. Whenever we broke down into each other arms we would always ask the other to forget about it. We were the strong ones in the family. Mom needed us to be strong. Sometimes when I broke down into my moms arms I would ask her to forget about it. But that was rare. I only did it when I got jumped for the way I dressed or acted. Even then that was a rare case, it was always Alex, because he understood. Ways that my mom would never understand. I mean she understood when I wanted to be hugged and treated like a baby by her, but that was a physical form. Alex and I understood each other on a number of different platforms. Emotionally, mentally, physically, verbally, non-verbally. I was glad he was my brother and not anyone else. 

I waited with Alex for my mom to finish packing Ashers clothes. When she came out I saw the knife had left a gash in her skin and we needed to patch that up immediately. "Mom, sit for a few. I need to clean that." I nodded to her throat and she nodded, agreeing. She sat down on the couch and I went to the bathroom to grab the medical supplies we had. As I walked out of the bathroom, I checked to see if Ben was still out and he was. 'we need to hurry though.' I thought and internally sighed. I sat next to my mom and poured hydrogen peroxide on her wound, watching it bubble in awe. Blood spilled on to her shirt and I grabbed the gauze wrapping it around her throat, taping it with medical tape. She looked at me and looked like she wanted to cry. I smiled letting her know I was ok, but internally I was not. "Ok, we'll have to clean it in about an hour and put petroleum jelly on it later to keep it moist and so that way it'll heal faster." I informed her giving her a smile and got up. "Are you ready?" Alex asked me. "I am, are you?"