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My Battle To Fight.
3 ReviewsFrank finally has the courage to stand up to his mother.
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~Ray
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“Hey Gee…” I said, with my voice obviously trembling.
“What’s up Frankie?” He asked me. He could already tell something was wrong.
“I-um. I need… to go to the bathroom. I’ll be back.”
“Sure…” Gerard looked at me curiously as I walked off.
I lied straight to his face. It felt so wrong but I knew I needed to face my mother. She would be angry as hell and would probably beat me. I headed up to the front door to meet her and not to worry the guys. I could already smell the alcohol as she approached me.
“What THE HELL were you doing with THAT GUY??!!” My mother screamed at me. Her speech was slurred and she couldn’t walk straight. She took a swing at me but missed by a couple of inches. “YOU FAGGOT. Son of a BITCH!”
“Mom! Shut up okay!” I yelled back in her face. I didn’t care. It’s not like she could do anything to me.
“What did you just say you little fucker? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?”
“I said. Shut. Up. What are you gonna do about it?”
“You’re gonna fucking regret EVERY GOD DAMNED WORD YOU JUST SAID.”
She took several more swings at me. After being unsuccessful she picked up the cordless phone and threw it at me as hard as she could. It hit my lower torso and god did that hurt. I clutched my stomach and tried to run. By now we were in the kitchen. I was going to yell out for help but I didn’t want to upset the rest of the guys. This was my battle to fight.
“Oh shit!” I said out loud after tripping on what I think was a stool.
My mom now had a knife and was headed straight towards me. It wasn’t even a small one. It was that huge Santoku knife that no one really used but we bought anyways. So she could do something about what I said after all. Damnit! I thought. I guess this would be my last day alive.
“HELP ME!!!” I screamed, before she stabbed me in the stomach.
It hurt like a bitch. I wasn’t sure whether she was going to or had already hit any vital organs. I was surrounded and engulfed within a scarlet red blood puddle now. I felt really dizzy most likely from the loss of blood as she took another stab at me.
I heard footsteps coming towards me and I prayed that it was Gerard, Mikey, Bob and Ray. I heard Gerard screaming at Mikey to take his cell phone and call 911. I heard more exchange of foul language as I tried to call out for Gerard one last time. Everything went fuzzy and the last thing I saw was Bob and Gerard taking a rolling pin to the back of her head, knocking my mom out. As she hit the floor, there was
Blackness.
~Ray
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“Hey Gee…” I said, with my voice obviously trembling.
“What’s up Frankie?” He asked me. He could already tell something was wrong.
“I-um. I need… to go to the bathroom. I’ll be back.”
“Sure…” Gerard looked at me curiously as I walked off.
I lied straight to his face. It felt so wrong but I knew I needed to face my mother. She would be angry as hell and would probably beat me. I headed up to the front door to meet her and not to worry the guys. I could already smell the alcohol as she approached me.
“What THE HELL were you doing with THAT GUY??!!” My mother screamed at me. Her speech was slurred and she couldn’t walk straight. She took a swing at me but missed by a couple of inches. “YOU FAGGOT. Son of a BITCH!”
“Mom! Shut up okay!” I yelled back in her face. I didn’t care. It’s not like she could do anything to me.
“What did you just say you little fucker? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?”
“I said. Shut. Up. What are you gonna do about it?”
“You’re gonna fucking regret EVERY GOD DAMNED WORD YOU JUST SAID.”
She took several more swings at me. After being unsuccessful she picked up the cordless phone and threw it at me as hard as she could. It hit my lower torso and god did that hurt. I clutched my stomach and tried to run. By now we were in the kitchen. I was going to yell out for help but I didn’t want to upset the rest of the guys. This was my battle to fight.
“Oh shit!” I said out loud after tripping on what I think was a stool.
My mom now had a knife and was headed straight towards me. It wasn’t even a small one. It was that huge Santoku knife that no one really used but we bought anyways. So she could do something about what I said after all. Damnit! I thought. I guess this would be my last day alive.
“HELP ME!!!” I screamed, before she stabbed me in the stomach.
It hurt like a bitch. I wasn’t sure whether she was going to or had already hit any vital organs. I was surrounded and engulfed within a scarlet red blood puddle now. I felt really dizzy most likely from the loss of blood as she took another stab at me.
I heard footsteps coming towards me and I prayed that it was Gerard, Mikey, Bob and Ray. I heard Gerard screaming at Mikey to take his cell phone and call 911. I heard more exchange of foul language as I tried to call out for Gerard one last time. Everything went fuzzy and the last thing I saw was Bob and Gerard taking a rolling pin to the back of her head, knocking my mom out. As she hit the floor, there was
Blackness.
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