Can You Feel My Heart (Oliver Sykes Fan Fiction)

Chapter 5- Back Home

I sat on the couch silently munching on potato chips and watching Adventure Time.

" Brittany what do you wanna eat? I need to go to bed why don't you just heat up a frozen pizza in the freezer."

My mother said coming out of her room all dressed up for bed.

" OK." I answered shoving another potato chip in my mouth.

" I'm going to bed..night honey." She planted a kiss on my forehead

" Wait what is that??!?" I said gawking at the gigantic swolen black tears under her eyelids. She looked down.

" Cody was drunk again." I stood up. I'm so tired of him coming home and abusing my mother! just because he was choked up on a few Heineken's.

Flashback 9 years old-

My mother grabbed the keys from the counter, her face bruised and broken grabbing my hand she started to run.
" where are you going?! you can't survive on your own out there! you have no job, have no money! You'll be coming back! and when you do you'll be sorry! "
A drunk Cody said throwing his beer bottle at us. My legs bruised from codys belt lashes and my arm broken from when he slammed me against the wall for 'lieing' to him.
" Were going far away Britt!!" My mom said locking the door and pulling out of the driveway.
Unfortunately far away meant around the corner. My mom had no money to support me or even herself. She ran out of gas and left the car on a far away curb on the left. Several days past. We slept in alleys and ate behind dumpsters. My mother was afraid she'd be seen. Living in a small town things spread quickly. Being a stupid mother she forgot her ID at the house and couldn't get us a place at the Homeless Shelter.
We went back home in the next few days. My clothes tattered, my confidence long gone. Cody was sober when we arrived (Thankfully) and he allowed us in. But that night it only got worse for us. I told Oliver i went on a vacation for a few days. Wouldn't want people to know about Codys abusiveness. If people figured out he'd go to jail, meaning no income..all hope lost and I'd be returning to the dumpster once again.

Cody walked through the door beer in hand smoke in the other.

" What the fuck are you doing here? Move." I was 18 old enough to move out, which I wouldn't do due to my mother. I've never thought of getting a job I was too afraid of what Cody would do to her when I was away.

I stood up and clenched my fist.

" You need to stop hurting my mother Cody!! " I yelled. My mom.gave me a look of sorrow.

" Please..Brittany..no."

" Shut the fuck up  Christle! " He slapped her with the back of his hand.

" Don't hurt her!"

I raised my hand to punch him in the chest but Cody slammed his bottle against my head. I fell on the ground blood spreading across the fine tile. The foggy images of my mother crying and bending down to help me. I shut my eyes.. hoping that it would end this way..and I wouldn't have to wake up tommorow.