Nobody's Perfect BXB

Choking

I could tell it would be an awful night by the way Mother was acting.

She was already in her mood that made her easily ramble on and on about one thing no one cared for.

My mother was a hard core conspiracy theorist. She believes in aliens and how the government is corrupt and made aids. And yet she doesn't believe in god. I don't either so whatever.

I started to work on math homework and tried to figure out a way to get a flute. I was upstairs and Marina and the Diamonds was blaring in the background.

Just then a loud crash echoed and I immediately paused the admittedly feminine music and paused myself too. I waited for more sounds but none came. Instead I did my math homework, this time opting for no music.

Suddenly I heard my mother. She only said one word but it was all I needed.

"DEVON!"

With that I threw my work and rushed the door open. I jumped the stairs and bounced right down to see David holding my mothers thraot. I was frozen in shock.

The fights had never gotten this bad before. Maybe a bruise his mom would have and I would be beaten but this. Oh god, this was going to get me killed.

I jumped up and straight to Davids face and held his arms.

"Let go!" David yowled at me. I only squeezed harder, digging my nails in and feeling the shred of skin. I felt a hint of triumph as David let go and rubbed his wrists. He looked me in the eye and punched as close as he could get to it.

The shard pain made me stagger but the look Mom gave me made me shrug it off and stare at David.

David could only get in maybe one punch on me before realizing that he shouldn't hit a kid.

David retreated back to his room rubbing his arms and scratched cheek. I felt pride seeing Mom had got in a few blows.

I turned to her and all my triumph vanished. I ran to her side and looked at her neck. She winced when I touched it.

"I'll grab a towel. Did her hurt you anywhere else?"

She only nodded and pointed to her knuckle. There was blood everywhere and I could see a peek of bone.

I grabbed stuff to help Moms red neck and brought in band-aids and penicillin.

She cried as I helped wrap up her hand and I cupped her head against my shoulder.

I carried her upstairs and set her down on my twin sized bed.

I brought down a fluffy blanket and put a pillow on the ground for myself and a tiny blanket half my size.

Lets just say I didn't rest well.

I heard sniffling in the night that made my heart ache for Mom and my dreams didn't help. I often woke up in sweat from a dream that often contained scenes where I hadn't arrived in time to save Mother from satans grip.

I still fell asleep and drifted off to a peaceful abyss that I wished just took me already.