Capable

"Sir, please!"

"Tie her wrists."

 "I didn't steal anything though! Please!"

"Shut it, you hag!"

Michael and Solomon did exactly as they were told. I swear, they ain't nothing but a pack of sheep following every order their father barks. I looked down at my hands which were trembling in anger.

They tied Mama's hand to the tree and Mr. Monroe laughed as he took out his horse-tail whip.  I need to do something. 

As Mr. Monroe got closer to Mama, my hands formed into fists and trembled faster and faster. Mr. Monroe raised his whip and Crack! 

A slash on Mama's back caused her skin to burst open. The sound of the whip connecting to her bony spine was sickening. 

I need to do something!

I started a walk at Mr. Monroe when a hand grabbed my shoulder. It was Isaac. "Don't. It's no use, Samuel. Master isn't in his right mind."

Crack! Mr. Monroe dropped his head back in laughter as he whipped Mama a second time. I angrily shook his hand off my shoulder. "Easy for you to say. This is all yo fault!"

"Samuel!" He glared at me to lower my voice. 

Ugh!  A pathetic excuse for an older brother. 

I charged at Mr. Monroe. 

He jumped back as he saw me come up.

"What the devil has gotten into you, boy!"

"Sir, please let me take her beating."

He stopped and took a quiet breath. Then with a cunning look, he struck me square in the face. 

"Don't get in my way again! I'll discipline you after your thieving mother." 

The blow shot me down to the ground. I blinked rapidly until I got my vision back. To my left, I could make out a view of a hard stone. I took a deep breath and swallowed. I can't believe what I'm about to do. Mr. Monroe followed my eyes, scoffed, and walked towards the stone. 

With my blood rushing, I charged at him.

SLAP!

I collided with Michael and Solomon. I tired to get up quickly but they were faster. They had me pinned me down unto the gravel. Through the corner of my eye, I see Mr. Monroe take another slash at mama's back. Get up, Samuel. 

CLANG! Michael and Solomon fell to the floor. Behind them was Isaac with the stone tablet.

Isaac sighed. "We don't have much time. I'm going to gather some tools, medicine, and food. Untie Mama." Mr. Monroe tried to run, but Isaac held him down. "Mr. Monroe." He sighed. "Guess there ain't no helpin' it. The sock you found in your daughter's room was mine, not Mama's."

Mama whimpered, "Isaac, no!"

Isaac looked at Mama. "He already wants to kill me."

Mr. Monroe yelled, "Thieves!"

"You don't understand. She invited me."

The realization came to him slowly. He gasped. "YOU FILTHY NI-"

Isaac knocked him out. If only I could've.

The slaves cheered as Isaac and I ran off the plantation with mama in my arms.