That night I went home feeling relieved to get those words of my chest. Mason got what he truly deserved. I still didn't understand why I still liked the boy.
He was horrible and cruel so I didn't understand why he had so many friends. He had a huge ego and a disgusting personality.
I thought what had happened would make me feel a little better, that I might be able to sleep peacefully. For once! just for once! but i was fooled for once didn't exist.
Asher sat there in front of me on the washer as his little chubby arms flapped in the air. He screamed and kicked as I tried to gather the clean clothes into a laundry basket.
All that could be heard was the cries of my mother as she weeped and the vicious and heartwrecking screams of the monster . I tried to not listen...not let the reality set in...not let the pain overtake me but it was all to much.
I cradled Ash in my arms as I smoothed his hair out crying into his chest. My cries were lost in the crowd of familiar noises.
Then all went silent and it was finally over. I heard a door slam and then wiped my blood-shot eyes and my dripping nose on my sleeve and picked up the laundry basket which ash lay in.
"Hey little bud it will all be okay I know your hungry but you just have to wait a little longer"
I stepped outside the door to see my mother a crying heap before me I set down the basket quickly and hugged her I looked into her eyes of hopelessness and despair.
I reached out my hand to brush away her tears when the raging ball of fire stormed in and slapped me across the cheek. "No" my mum screamed as she reached out to where I was on the oposite side of the room.
I cried in pain and cradled my face as I grabbed Ash out the basket and ran into a room.
That was all I remembered that night...
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