Alone

The Last Time

I walked up to my front door. I could hear dad screaming bloody murder at Tommy. It always seems to amaze me that my neighbors never hear dad. Maybe they can hear our torturous screams but chose to ignore our cries for help.

"You think you can just walk out of this house just like that?! After all I have done for you!!!" the angry voice boomed through the wooden door.

"After all you've done for me? For Cas? All you have done is leave marks on us from your angry outbursts. If we don't do something right we get hit ,kicked, burned by your cigarettes or we have to put up with your screaming. You are never there for us. Neither is mom. Every night, I hear Cas cry herself to sleep. Everyday at school, kids treat her like a piece of garbage from the slums. And then she comes home to you!" Tommy said.

By now I am already in the entry hallway of my house. Mom was on the floor. There was blood trickling down her face. Her body was limp and her eyes were sunken in.

"You think your the victim here! Name one thing that you have done for me and Cassy?"

Dad didn't say anything. He just stormed off into his room, while tripping over mom in the process. I walked over to mom and placed a pillow underneath her head.

"What do you think we should do?", I said looking at Tommy hoping for an answer.

We can't take mom to the hospital because dad has the keys to the truck. If we try to call 911, then dad would try to put up a fight with the paramedics.

"I honestly don't know Cas. Go get a towel for moms head."

I run into the kitchen and grab a white washcloth. I run lukewarm water over the rag. What are we going to do now?

"Here you go.", I say handing him the rag.

"Thanks."

Tommy starts to clean up mom's wounds. I notice something. Her lips were turning into a very dark blue color. MOM!!!

"TOMMY SHE'S NOT BREATHING!!!"

Immediately Tommy starts to performe CPR on her.

"Cas I need you to go grab my phone and start dialling . . .CASSY LOOK OUT!!!"

I turn around and see my dad holding a shotgun. Oh shit!! I try to get up and run but there was a sudden burst of fire in my right leg.

Immediately I fall to the floor next to my mom. The pain is excruciating. I could feel my vision blur as I see Tommy get up and wrestle dad to the floor with the gun.

The last thing I remember was looking into my mother's cold, dead, and peaceful blue eyes.