A loud pop shook Jacob from his nice dream. Checking his watch, he saw that it was only 6:30. School started at 8:30, so that meant he had to head home now but what was that popping sound? Jacob peeked out of the tunnel to find the sound. It was silent. So why did he get the feeling something had gone wrong? Shaking away the feeling he began to put all his things away and discreetly tied it up the tree so no one could get to it. As Jacob turned to go down the familiar path he stopped, his blood running cold. Old Mr. Leroy was laying on the ground, shot gun wound to his chest and his feet bare. Someone killed him. Jacob felt his eyes water. He couldn't stay here. He didn't have a phone and he couldn't wait for the police. They would accuse him. it was the first rule his mother taught him. Never let the police catch you.
He had to get out of here, it was too bad though Mr. Leroy was a good man. Homeless but good it was unfair for good people to die like that. unfortunately, it happened every day. As Jacob came upon his front porch, he made sure to be as quiet as possible, waking his mother was not something he wanted to do. She would beat him senseless. His mother was like a faucet. She would be hot one second and cold the next. Happy then sad. He had to make sure not to piss her off but sometimes it seemed like nothing he did pleased her. He got good grades, stayed quiet in school, spoke when spoken too and stayed invisible. What more did she want from him? He was only ten. With a shake of his head Jacob crept through the front door and stopped. On the floor of the kitchen was his mother ad on the table was the white powder. The no-no drug. He didn't know the name but he knew it made his mother mean and scary. She would get a straw, snort it up her nose and then the beast would come out. The beast that hurt him plenty of times. She would break his arm or give him a black eye and have to stay in hiding until it went away. She would scream at him telling him that she hated him and she wished he never was born.
Jacob shook his head. He was going to be late for school but first he at least had to try to get his mother in the bed.
