Owen

This morning was torture. I watched a kid die too. Well I didn't watch him die but I was there. But before that I saw my mom get beat by my step dad Trent. I hated him. I wanted him dead sometimes. I wished I could fight back but if I did he would give me a black eye and then a home investigation and then I'd be taken away. I didn't want that. Even though I live a bad life and it to all be over I still loved my and without me she probably would take her own life. I didn't want that. But anyway as I watched him in a drunken haze hurting my mother I went back to my room. It was agonizing. As I heard Trent walk out the door I ran to my mom.

"Mom!! Are you ok?!"

"Yes, I'm fine." She gave me a weak smile, but I don't believe her. "Now go on I'm fine, head to the bus stop."

I nodded and walked out. I hated leaving her alone at home. I plopped my stuff down by the sign that read BUS STOP. I popped out the book we were reading in class called lord of the flies. It wasn't bad or good. It was short but detailed. I saw Alex walking past me. She seemed like all the other girls. Desperate. Desperate for a man or women to call their own. Sure Alex was better looking then the rest but that still didn't change everything else. But I had a reputation as the school's Wednesday Adams or I guess Donny Darko. I can't really trust anyone. I can't really. Not after what happened. Not after my dad left my mom. He left us on the streets and then Trent cane in.

As the bus pulled up I wish I knew what was going to happen. If I knew I would've never gotten on that bus.

So Alex pretty much summed it all up. But after that is when it got crappy. So I waited in the office until Trent got off work. He was very pissed off that he had to pick me up. He didn't even give a crap if I was ok or not. He just gets pissy when he has to do stuff he doesn't want to.

When we got home my mom was working her ass off cleaning just so it would be nice. Trent still didn't give a crap.

As the hours went by I sat on my bed drawing and reading. No one knew I drew. I could hear yelling down stairs. This was normal. And you may ask "Why doesn't your poor mom just deforce him?" Well if she did me and her would be on the streets with no money.

As the yelling got louder I was concerned. I trotted down the stairs and saw Trent beating my mom against the wall. Her face was all bloody.

I snapped. I had enough of this. I ran toward Trent, somehow I managed to pull him away from my mom. I punched him square in the face. His eyes were full of anger. I now realized I made a bad choice.

"RUN!!" My Mom yelled

I was frozen on the floor. She pulled him away and said "GO!!! TAKE THE JAR AND TAKE A BUS TO THE CAMP WE TALKED ABOUT!!" I nodded. I grabbed my backpack that was on the kitchen table grabbed the coffee can and ran out the door as fast as I could.

My mom would be killed. I was in to deep now. If I tried to save her I'd be killed too.