I Can Fix Your Confusion - boyxboy

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve:

Zaid's POV:

The next morning, I woke up happier than I have been since the grandparents incident. Truth be told, i'm really happy my boyfriend can hold his own. He isn't the six year old that would cry over spilled milk anymore. Mikey grew up. I get out of bed and head to the bathroom.

'Crash'! I freeze the hell?! I open my door and head down stair to see a drunk Jason and my mom. She was on the floor bleeding and crying. The fuck? I looked up at Jason as his was mumbling about mom having a faggot for a son, and how i'll burn in hell.

Then it hit me. "Did you hit my mom with something Jason?!" I scream at him. Why would he do that. Why is he even drinking, he hates alcohol... And smoking! Mom looks up at me and charges to me, grabs my arm and runs upstairs to my room. She pushes my in as Jason starts up the stair.

She locks the door and puts my wooden chair and computer chair up to it. I look at her black eye. Hell no. "Mom... Move please I can hold my own. What happened?" She bursts into tears. "Listen, honey please what ever you do don't go to school today. Stay with me. Please Zay." Mom begs walking up to me. I stare in shock.

Complete shock. Mom... Is crying, begging, and not wanting me to leave her. That would usually be me asking and even doing those things to her. I walk up to her and hug her tight. My mo was scared of the man she committed her life to. She cried harder as I pulled her to the bed. I laid her down on it, she stared to calm down, as I soothed her.

She told me what happened. How Jason didn't come home last night after she told me to go upstairs, how he just came back 1 hour ago, cursing and drunk, pulling her out of bed. It seems that he was throwing plates, forks, and butter knives. He threw his empty bottle of alcohol at her and it hit her head.

At this point he was banging on my door for us to come out, and talk. Mumbling and murmuring words to mom. I was about to do and beat his fat ass, but mom stopped me. "Why are you protecting him mom, he HIT you with things, called you and me names." She looked up at me thoghtfully. "I'm not protecting him.... I'm protecting my son. She can hit me and call me name but, not you. I won't allow you to get hurt." I started to feel guilty. She was putting up with this for me. And only me.

"ZAID! Baby! ZAAAIDY POOH!!!" A idiotic, familiar voice was screaming from outside. Then, I remember Mikey was here to pick me up. Oh no. I run to my window and look down. "Mikey, run! Go i'm not coming today... Something happened. Just.. I'll text. I love you."

He looked up confused and was about to ask why, before the front door opened and I heard Jason yelling at Mikey. Then I remembered Mikey's words. "Mikey!! He hurt mama! He hit her." I yelled down at him. I know Michael though. He is very protective of mon and me. Ever since his parents death, he always looked at my mom like that. Like his mom.

I could see Mikey tensing and looking up at me with wide eyes. Mom came to the window and showed Mikey the blood and the gash in her head. Well, Thanks for killing Jason mom I said as i saw Mikey run after Jason. This should be fun.

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Michael's POV:

I look up at Mrs. Cooper's head as she showed me the gash. Fuck no he didn't. I start to see red in my eyes as I look at Jason; the man that hurt my baby's mom. My mom. Yes; my mom. She was more of a mother than mine was. I'm not saying she was a horrible mom but, she never treated me the way a mom should; ever since the incident. She was never there. Zaid's mom was. She was always there after I ran from my grandparents when I was little. She would be so caring and kind. Like a mother should.

I race over to Jason and tackle him to the ground. Then, I smelt it. Liquor. This asshole was drinking. I start throwing punch after punch. Left, right, right left. He wasn't going unharmed after what he did. No one would.