Fight Me

I pick up the large pieces of glass, from the bottle that Marcus surely threw in anger, careful to not cut myself or wake anyone up. I work quietly and I'm almost done until I hear Thomas's loud crying from his room. Instantly I hear a groan from the couch. I run from the kitchen to see Marcus heading towards the stairs.

He hears me and looks a me with deadly eyes, stopping mid-walk.

"Charlotte," He says in an angry tone, "I told you I don't want that damn kid in this fucking house!" He stands and heads for his room.
Blocking the stairs with determination set in my eyes, I refuse to let him up there.

"Charlotte, move. Now" He demands in a dark voice.

"No." My voice is strong, not faltering not wavering. My little brother is my life and if anything, anything, happens to him I would die. "Not him"

"Oh you're fucking getting it." He seethes as he swings his fist into my stomach."

Charlotte Mills has raised her brother since he was born, due to his mother dying giving birth. Marcus, their father, was torn from her death and became a shell of a man. Unable to deal with her death after 2 years, he begins to harm Tyler, the child who killed his wife. Charlotte, who feels as though Tyler is her own, protects him from their Fathers abuse.

A year after the abuse began, Charlotte gets enough money to get both of them out of there, hopefully for good, to a town called Windford.

Right to Wesley Emerson.