Cancer//joshler

.:11:.

I finally got the night to myself. I took a shower, and tried to rub off all the remnants of the hospital that still clung to my skin. It was hard to think at the moment, so I didn't. The water pellets that hit my back were so soothing, all I wanted to do was stay here forever.

"Fuck you!" I heard a loud bang and the sound of someone's voice echo throughout the house.

"Get the fuck out of my house you asshole!" The voices repeated. It was my mom again.

"I didn't do anything!" A quieter voice said back. The voice belonged to Jordan. Although he wasn't a perfect angel of kid, he never did anything to piss off my mom. But she always found something to get pissed off at.

I hurriedly turned off the shower and threw a towel around my waste.

"What the fuck is going on!?" I yelled as I ran down the stairs.

It seemed like if I had been any later Jordan would've had a cut on his cheek. My mom held a wooden stick, and Jordan was on the floor. It looked like he was trying to run, but then he fell. New tears replaced older ones and he was pleading for her to stop.

"Are you fucking insane?!" I grabbed the stick from her hand and blocked the view she had of Jordan.

"Your brother is an idiot. A piece of shit in ashamed to have raised. I wish I could've gotten one more hit" I had no idea why he was being punished and I didn't want to ask because it would probably be something so random. But I had to know.

"What did he do?" I said trying to calm myself down.

"Your ass of a brother told his friends what goes on at home" my eyes widened at what she said.

"What do you mean told his friends?" I tried to understand.

"You're as much of an idiot as he is. I said he told his friends" she motioned between her and me.

"What. Do you think he was going to stand for it any longer. Abby and Ashley are scared shitless in their room and your running around the house with a stick in your hand chasing your son. There's no one more idiotic and crazy than you" I held the towel tighter and eyeballed her. She said nothing.

"Instead of telling us to go to our room, why don't you go to yours. I think you should stop before the next person he tells is the police." I heard my voice echo in the back of my head. My hair was wet and dripping onto my face. It was true he would tell the police ever so bluntly about everything. Not because he was selfish, but because he was selfless. We would end up in foster care. I'm already living a shitty life.

"Wait for a call from my doctor he has some good news to tell you" I spat. The good news was that I could be dying. I would be able to live the shit life I've been building for myself.

I sent Jordan to his room and went to get dressed myself. Dinner was cold and waiting in the refrigerator just like usual. She made dinner, but she ate what she wanted and left the rest for us.

I ate the cold lasagna and waited for Ashley to come downstairs after putting Abby to sleep.

"Shit night at the Dum house. Am I crazy or is this just our lives?" She huffed.

"At least we have food and money and a house" I breathed out. We had the material things that some people didn't have, and I was grateful. Well sometimes. We had no love. No trust. No hope. No care.

"So much for having the night to myself" I sounded selfish at the moment, and I didn't care. Things were terrible so who cares if I was trying to comfort myself. No wonder that Tyler kid hated me I was a complete douche.