Married To Protect You (DISCONTINUED; NEW AUTHOR)

Six:- The Last Straw

~Justin's point of view~


My mom stood there with shock written all over her face as she went pale. I saw her breathing stopped. I walked up to her and grabbed her shoulders. "Mom?" I spoke looking into her eyes.



She still stayed the same. "Mom?" I started getting worried as I shook her. "Mom, wake up!" I shouted and shook her vigorously. Soon her eyes blink multiple times as she got her breathing back.



Then her eyes automatically were filled with tears of sadness . . . knowing I caused them. I felt my world crashed just seeing her cry when the reason is me.



I felt my cheeks get wet. I'm . . . crying. It just hurts seeing your own mom sad. Without hesitation, she attacked me with her arms making me stumble back but I caught her and myself.



I instantly hugged her tightly as she sobbed into my shirt; not caring that it's wet and neither did I. Darielle left the room; understanding that we needed our space.



Mom sniffled before speaking, "Why would they do this to you?! What did you ever do to them?!" She screamed in pain. I frowned at her.



I just stayed quiet not knowing what to say. "Every day you come home with a sad smile and bruises a-and scars . . . y-you're cheerful self is slowly fading away! I-I..." She gritted her teeth meaning she can't say anything anymore.



I sighed and caressed her hair. "I-I'm sorry . . . I can't be strong . . . a-and fight back . . ." I croaked. She lifted her head and pulled away from my arms.



She had her whole body clenched. She furrowed her eyebrows in a serious expression. "That's it!" She exclaimed. I had a puzzled look on. What's she getting?



"W-What?" I whispered. She stomped into the living room. "This is the last straw, Justin!" She announced making me even more confuse. What is she talking about?



Darielle was sitting on the couch as she watch my mom's movements. Soon, mom grabbed Darielle's wrist and pulled her up & dragged her into the kitchen.



She turned to me with a stern look. "Justin, honey. Please go upstairs and clean yourself up." Mom asked trying to be less serious. I raised my eyebrow.



"But mom, what-." She cut me off. "Please. I need to discuss something with Darielle." She said giving a pleading look. I sighed and nodded in understatement.



I slowly made my way up the stairs and I can't help myself but look back. Then, I locked eyes with Darielle while my mom had her hands in her face.



Darielle gave me a calming smile which made me smile a bit but I continued on walking up to my room; wondering what my mom wants to talk about with Darielle.