Everyone has that one person who is more special to them than any other. So when someone is hurting them, you want that person to pay. The only problem is, when that person you love is totally smitten with the person hurting them, so you get left powerless, for fear of hurting them more.
So that's all, she seems to think that I don't notice. I'm not clever, no, but I am perceptive, and I can tell, even when she's smiling, that her eyes are red. Even after all he's done to her; she still loves him, after all this time, she'd still give herself to him in a heartbeat. He makes it clear he doesn't feel the same way. I hear her cry at night and it makes me cry too. You'd think she's weak because of the way she lets him take advantage of her, but I don't agree, it takes a lot for her to put on a smile as she makes me breakfast in the morning, let's me crack the eggs but knows she'll have more to clean up afterwards because I couldn't not get shell in the bowl and egg on the floor to save my life.
I wish I could hurt him, I would like to make him feels as she feels, but I won't. Never. Me and him, we're nothing alike, and so I, unlike him, would never hurt her, and hurting him would hurt her. I'd never do that because I love her, I love my mum. I wish we could leave, leave him and his demented wife and just be ourselves, I think we could do alright.
He'll never know the small, vindictive things I do in revenge. Mix the contents of the bottles of perfume he uses on the customers, switch his razors round in the box, pour away his gin and fill the empty bottle with water. Neither of them will ever know but that way I can tell myself that he's getting what he deserves.
The best I can do is protect her. Not from him, but from herself, I try to keep her happy enough to wake up another morning. I know she loves him more, but as long as she loves me a little bit, I can keep going. I love my mum.
Thanks for reading, people.