This Is My Song

Not again

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? HE'S OUR GOD DAMN SON!" "SON OR NOT, THAT KID WAS A MISTAKE AND YOU KNOW IT!" "No, he wasn't. You were." I leave the house before I hear anymore yelling. Getting to the door, I see an empty vodka bottle on the steps outside and next to is a beer bottle, finished as well.

I go down the steps when I hear a scream. I twisted my neck so fast, I'm sure I snapped something. I rush inside to see my mums head rushing with blood against a wall, cringing away from my dad. Next to her is my snow globe she got me for Christmas a few years back, scattered in pieces around her. I run towards dad, full of anger, hoping that whatever I'm about to do will get him away from mum. He pushes me so hard I lose my balance and fall against the wall. I won't lose.

I stand up and run towards him again with full force. This time ducking and grabbing him by the waist. I step on his foot abruptly and kick him in the shin. He cries out and strangles my neck and lifts me up very, saying muffled words I can't understand.

I'm getting dizzy.. My vision is blurring and I'm getting weak. I can feel myself numbing, weakly trying to wriggle out. My eyes are closing. I feel nothing. He let's go. I drop, hard. He must of been holding me up high. I see my mum hitting her with all she has left. He's lying on the ground, mum on top.

I spot the home phone behind my dad. I run, really fast. I grab it but something grabbed my leg. I fall with a thud. I'm still puffing from before. My mum bites his wrist and he let's go screaming.

I dial 000. "Hello, what is your name and how old are you?" "I.... I'm fifteen and.. My name... Um my name.." I look back at my mum, she's crying, hitting, giving her all. "My name is Connor Grayson." "Okay sweetie tell me where you live. Just stay calm okay."

My dad gets out of her grasp and snacks the phone out of my hand. He stands up grabs a knife. He's grining. An evil grin. The knife drops...

*beep beep* beep beep* my face is wet with tears, my forehead, is filled with sweat and I no longer have s bed cover. I check the time, it's 7:30. "Not again"