Tears rippled down my crimson cheeks relentlessly; dripping off my chin and splattering on the old, stained carpet. I heard him bellow curses, then Mama scream in such a shrill cry my ear drums throbbed.
I dug my nails deeper into my cold palms. Something shattered to the ground in the living room. My legs tingled; begging to go out there and kill him, destroy him, make him disappear. She screamed again, and in the same moment I was on my feet and in the living room. He glanced my general direction and smiled recklessly.
“You wanna see your Mama die? Huh?” He laughed and pulled his fist back.
The muscles tensed and flexed. I could hear his steady heartbeat thud quickly in his chest, the blood pumping through his body. My anger raged. Milliseconds before his knuckles smashed in her face I threw him against the far wall. The seconds ticked like minutes, and I watched everything go by in perfect clarity. His body tore into the wall and a crack stretched out its angry fingers away from him. The weight of his body tore through the wall and he fell to the cement floor below. An abrupt bone-breaking crack echoed through the quiet room. Mama remained absolutely still on the floor. And that was when I realized what I had just done.
“Mama… I…” My mouth moved awkwardly, trying to form words that just wouldn’t come. Mama blinked and took in one ragged breath.
Mama looked up at me, her eyes dreary and dilated. I offered a stone sold hand toward her. She simply stared at it, her unblinking eyes watering.
“I think I should go.”
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