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Chapter 16

3:16 am

<Chris P.O.V>

My baby finally made it, we're just relaxing on my bed. There was a lot going on in my mind after Joyner told me he bringing our mom over. I didn't want to speak to her, I was just so hurt. She's the reason I'm like this. If she would've stood up for me and my brother none of this would've happened.

•Flashback•

I was 10 and Joyner was 13. Me an Joyner got off the bus from school and heard yelling from outside our house.

I sighed, "Not Again"

"Chris stay out here on the porch while I go help momma"

A tear rolled down my face. I was tired of seeing my momma arguing and getting constantly abused. I wanted her to leave my father but she always stayed for some reason. It was frustrating to see her pick him over me and Joyner. Her own kids.

I grabbed Joyner's arm to stop him "Don't go, he's gonna hurt you again"

"I gotta help our mom Chris"

I let go of my grip and watched as he walked in the house. I was a huge mommas boy, I used to always be under her hip. I used to love her but when dad started abusing her she became a completely different person. A person I lost respect for. Then I turned around to hear screams coming from inside the house then I heard a gunshot.

I slowly crept in the house and followed the screams, I saw Joyner on the floor covered in blood and my eyes widened with fear. I looked up at my father and saw him with the gun in his hands.

"Wh-What did you do?" I stuttered.

I sat next to Joyner's body crying hoping he was still alive. All I could hear was my mother's screams in the background. I looked back at her to see her crying then her face changed into fear. I was wondering what she was looking at then I looked at my father to see a gun pointed at me.

"I should kill your ass next. Joyce I told you Chris was a mistake, you should've never had his ass!" He yelled.

More tears crept down my face and I looked back at my mother. She looked at me then looked away. My heart dropped, the woman I loved wasn't willing to help her own son. How could she.

"Ma!" I yelled.

She didn't even acknowledge me. Then I yelled her name again.

"Momma! Help Me Please!"

She just ignored me and closed her tear filled eyes. I watched the tear roll down her face and I just watched her with anger.

"She don't give a fuck about you boy! Now you got any last words?!"

I wasn't gonna let my own father shoot me. I got up and ran outside to the neighbors house hoping they'd let me in. After pounding and yelling my neighbors opened the door and I ran in their house.

"Please help me my dad shot my brother and he was threatening to kill me. Please call the police!"

They comforted me and called the police. Within minutes the police and ambulance came. I seen the paramedics take my brother out the house on a stretcher and I ran up to him.

"Is my brother ok?!"

"He's breathing young man but we gotta rush him to the hospital"

"Can I come please, I don't want to leave him"

As I said that I seen the police bring my dad out the house with cuffs. He was yelling and going ballistic. Then one of the police officers came up to me.