I don't want to go home

The Trap

I wake up to a familiar scent,cinnamon pancakes.But it's a trap. My mother is a terrible mom but not a terrible person in general.I get out of bed and breakfast is waiting for me on the table, she makes a scowl at me as I sit in the cold, dirty chair. she stares at me as I pick up my fork
"what took you so long to get home last night",she says with her scary harsh voice.
"I lost track of time" I say with fright in my voice.
She knew I was lying, she took a belt from under the table.
"You know I don't like it when you lie" she says when she makes her eyes narrow. I knew what was happening, I feel the bruise on my arm and thigh. Her belt has bullets ingraved in it, it was my fathers. He bought it because he worked at a gun shop. He died and my mother just went insane and has been to a mental hospital 5 times but she doesn't get any better. She gets drunk every day until I come home from school. She came after me with the belt ,grabbed me by my arm,swung back the belt and slapped me in the face with it.
"you're staying home today",she says when she pushes me up stairs. I ran up stairs and locked my door so she couldn't get in. I unlocked the window and jumped out onto the trampoline. On my way down I heard her say "you're not safe at school",what does that mean I think. I ran to my friend's house, Lucy,
who's home-schooled. I knocked on the door vigorously. She answered the door in shock
"Aren't you supposed to be at school, it's 8:30", she look at me and saw the gash on my face from one of the bullets,"oh, come in" she went to the bathroom got a first aid kit and patched up my face.
"what happened?" she asked as if she didn't know already.
"The belt", I moan in pain