Fear

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"Mom can you hand me the gallon of milk?"

Me and Mom were making some dark chocolate fudge brownies. With a hint of peaches. Yes peaches. A weird kind of craving I guess I got from her, but were both obsessed with the taste. I guess you can say addicted?

"Ya here sweetie."

Without looking, I grabbed the light object in her hand expecting a heavy gallon of milk.

"Hey this isn't milk"

"Your right dear it's peaches. I already put in the mil-

My mom was cut off by the quiet sound of the garage door opening.

We both knew who it was.

Dad.

"Is it already five?"

My mom whispered trying to clean up the mess of flour and broken egg shells.

I looked at the clock to see it was only 3:30.

"He must be home early."

My mom pushed me up the stairs with only half of the mess we made cleaned up.

"Whatever you do. Do not come down. Please"

She looked me dead in the eye.

I obeyed and quickly ran to the bathroom and locked the door. I opened the pastel blue curtains and sat myself in the white tub.

All I could hear was screaming and fighting. The words and the pain. I could feel it like I was my mom. Only because I've experienced it too. I've experienced the tears. The fear. The scars that will never go away...

I quietly bury my head in my knees.

"This will all...be...over...soon." I whispered.

Rocking myself back and forth.

I stopped. When it was silent.

To silent.

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