"Fucking bitch!!! Where's the beer!!! Huh?Huh?" Scott says while he corners my mom to the wall. "I give you a house, food, and a bed to sleep on and you can't even give me my fucking beer?!?!"
False, false and false, this apartment was bought by mom with her savings, the food we have each day is thanks to me and of course my mom and my mom shares the couch with me because Scott like the bed all to his own so technically all he gives us is, well, depression.
"P-P-Please, I-I'll, go get some right now! Please just, just wait, I-I'm sorry! Please..." my mom stuttered as she began to kneel while her words faded into agonizing cries.
"You wanna buy some now!!!?? So you can tell on me? Huh? You wanna escape!!" he grabbed my moms hair and gripped it vigorously dragging for a beating as my mom cried and pleaded for him to stop...
I couldn't handle it anymore, I know my mom told me not to interfere in these heart breaking situations, but she's my mom! I did what any twelve year old kid could do in these moments, i yelled with my heart for him to stop as he deliberatley hit my mom. He heard my me, and he stopped, but no it wasnt over.
He walked towards me as he grabbed the whisky bottle he finished a while ago obviously going to beat me with in his drunken state.
My mom pleaded to not mind me and to just hit her instead, she even grabbed his arm pulling him away but he instead pushed her, hitting the table, causing her to fall unconscious or maybe even dead.
"MOOOMMM!!!!!!" I cried as i saw he body still and unmoving.
He walked toward me held the bottle up high, then descended fastly as I just closed my eyes and prayed for all of it to stop! then I looked up and saw the bottle merely an inch from my head. He laughed and laughed as I quivered nervously from the fear of what will happen next.
"You know why I didn't kill you?" he asked
I just shook my head while tears trinkled down my face.
"Well, DO YOU OR DO YOU NOT?!"
"N-No" i said softly
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"
"N-NO!" i cried, scared, scared of what will happen to me and my mom.
"I didn't kill you because I thought of a better idea!! you'll just sit here..." he grabbed a stool from the kitchen and placed it infront of my unconscious mom, "and watch me shoot her first!!"
I remained silent, just crying as he pushed me hardly to sit on the chair before my mom. I closed my eyes, i dont want to see him shoot her, my, my mom.
"Well... LOOK!! or else i'll just beat her to death" at instant I opened my eyes, seeing him about to shoot her.
"One"
"Two" think!think! what will i do, as i thought that i noticed the knife Scott uses
"Two and a Half" he prepared to aim, and I just grabbed the knife beside!!
"and Three" almost as a reflex, I stabbed the knife from the back of his heart before he could shoot, and he dropped the gun, fell to the ground with his lifeless body.
I grabbed the gun still scared that he might grab it and shoot my mom. I knelt down to my mom, checked if she had a heartbeat... she's still alive.
"M-Ma-Mary??" she looked up to me with fearful eyes. "Are you okay?! Are you hurt?! You better go away!! Scott migh-"
"He-he's dead" I said while the tears just kept flowing out.
"Dead?! Wha- Why? How!?" she said shocked but I could see in her eyes she had a spark of hope.
"Please dont hate me mommy!! I-I killed him because he was about to kill you and your the only family I've got!" I said crying and hugging her tightly.
"Shhh" she said gently
"You don't hate me?" i asked
"Now shush! I could never hate you, you did what you thought was right for us, and now we're safe! We can finally live happily" she said while she cried tears of joy "but first call 911, then will our problems really go away"
I went to the phone dialed 911 as it rang and said "Hope"
my mom repeated, "Hope"
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