"Natas Sean! What is on your lip!" My mom barks. She stomps up to me.
"It's only a lip piercing. No big deal." I say acting like nothing is wrong, I walk back a step so I can get some space.
"No son of mine will have a lip piercing!"
My mom yanks the piercing out of my lip. I scream in pain. I can't even explain the pain. It feels like a knife just stabbed me and is keeps on stabbing me without stopping. When I stop screaming, I feel my lip with my thumb. I take it off my lip and see that it's covered in blood. I run off into my bathroom and grab a rag. Before I put it on my lip, I lok in the mirror and see that it's swoolen. I put the rag over it so I do't see how I look.
"Oh stop crying! It won't hurt for long you little brat!" My mom yells from the living room.
I slam the bathroom door and lock it. I sit on the toilet seat. It feel like I'm sitting on a glacier. I get up right away almost tripping on the rag that is drooping down to the ground. I grab the rest of the rag and lay it on the toilet. I take the rag off my lip and place it on the toilet. I turn around to see that the rag has very dark blood on it. I rub my finger on my lip and notice no blood.
I unlock the door and open it. I peek my head through the door and twist my head left and right to see where my mom is. I see nobody. I slowly walk out of the bathroom and go through the hallway to my room. I close the door behind me and lock it. I walk towards the window and look outside to see that the yellow Nissan is not there. Mom went somewhere, probably to get my little brother, Nathan. I lay down on my bed and cover the blanket over my body, the blanket feels so warm and comfy that I fall asleep instantly.
"Brother! Brother!" I hear faintly from my brother. "Open the door!"
I rub my eyes and remove the blanket of me. I get out of bed and walk towards the plain blue door. I unlock it and open the door for him. He enters my room and looks at me with a smile.
"You have blood. Mom told me all about the incident" He says with a grin. "Please remove some with some paper towels and give it to me, I want it." I rub my lip and see a little blood on my fingers.
"Why?" I ask in shock that he doesn't care about my swollen lip.
"Because I love how blood looks."
I give up, but I decide that instead of rubbing it on paper towels, I rub it on his shirt.
"Thank you!" He says in joy. I push him out of the room and slam the door then lock it. I walk back to my bed and lay on it. I close my eyes and go to sleep.
