Nobody's Perfect BXB

Insomnia

It was 1:00am and I still couldn't sleep due to the screaming outside my door.

I knew what the entire argument was about after 10 minutes of non stop bickering.

A fucking grill.

They were up at one in the morning for a grill. Apparently Step-Shit, or David, left the grill outside during the rain and now mommy dearest was actually losing her mind.

Like if you ever thought those screaming kids at Walmart were bad, this was worse.

You might ask 'oh why not try to fall asleep Devon?' Well I have to stay up just to make sure no one hit eachother. Yeah, it could get that bad over a grill. But any argument they had was at risk of taking an abusive turn. I have to be ready to fight for my mom or hold her back from slapping David like he oh so deserved.

Eventually the argument calmed down and only one thing shattered during it; My hope of having a good school day.

I fell asleep near 2, which was relatively good compared to other arguments.

When I woke up, I stalked into the bathroom and tried to move my silky brown locks out of my eyes, but it just fell back over the emerald orbs. I sighed and got dressed, putting on a white t-shirt with black jeans and black converse.

As I was going downstairs to grab my backpack, I fell, or what looked more likely to be a gymnastics act down into the gate that kept the dog from going upstairs.

I groaned and moved to get up and instantly cursed. The leg was trapped under my butt and it looked like a twisted ankle. I swore and used my hands to move the leg.

I heard a door swing open and looked to see my frazzled mother staring at me.

"I heard the crash a-and I rushed to see who fell. Are y-you okay?" She tried to pull me up and I complied, ignoring the stabbing feeling that hit me. I would do anything to make sure she was happy, even if it hurt me.
"What happened Devon. Are you okay? Let me see your ankle." she asked pulling his leg without waiting for a response. I winced but once again let it happen.

She looked me over and sighed. "You still have to go to school. If you don't then David will kill me for letting you stay home again." I remembered what happened last time I skipped school.

My mom got the blunt of it because David can't hurt me. I wished he did though. Watching her suffer was worse then my own pain. After that I never skipped school in fear of what would happen to her.

I nodded and limped towards my bag and pulled it on, gritting my teeth at the extra weight added to the fucked up ankle. With that I gave Mom the happiest smile I could muster and walked to the bus stop leaving me with thoughts of how to make the pain all go away.