Vincent

Seven - Laburnum

Time froze as I stood there, watching what's going on. Sandy was beside me, his hands on his mouth. To be honest, I didn't care what would happen to this family. It's already breaking apart, anyway. What confused me was that, they're already filing the divorce papers, so why were they still fighting like cats and dogs?

I watched as my father strangled my mother. Her lips parted as she struggled to breathe. Her hands scratching my father's hands on her neck. When that would'nt work, she worked her hands to ground, trying to feel anything until she found a vase, which probably fell when they started fighting, and hit it to my father's head. The vase broke and he let go of her to feel the blood coming out from his temple. My mother coughed as she touched her neck.

"Bitch." Dad hissed.

"Oh my God." Sandy whispered. "Vincent!" He faced me towards him. "Do something! He's about to kill your--"

"Oh. Your son's here." Dad said, looking up. "He seems to have company."

Mother looked up, held our gaze, then looked away as if she saw nothing.

Her expressionless face always pissed me off since childhood.

"Hi." Dad waved. "How ya' doing?"

I noticed Sandy shiver, his gaze not leaving my dad's face. He turned to me, his eyes full of fear. "V-Vincent..."

I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the door. I felt my father's gaze behind my back. I opened the door and put him outside. "Go home."

"B-But--!"

"Listen," I put my hands on his shoulders. "I don't want you to get involve with this. It's..." I sighed. "It's family matters. I'll deal with it."

"Alone?"

I nodded.

"Vince--!"

I cut him off as I kissed him. "I'll see you tomorrow at school." I closed and locked the door before he could say anything. I sighed and put my forehead on the warm wood.

"What? So my son's a faggot, too?" Dad said, almost laughing.

"Shut up." I hissed.

"What did you say?"  I heard his footsteps coming towards me.

"I said shut--"

With the blink of an eye, I fell to the ground. Seconds later pain crashed in like waves crash on the shore. My jaw and cheek hurt. I felt blood trickle from the side of my mouth. I mumbled a curse as I tried to stand up, but my father didn't give me a chance to stand. He kicked me, so hard that my back was pressed on the wall. I coughed, blood came out.