I arrived home shortly and opened the front door to my house. I gasped as I stepped in side. It looked like a tornado had ravaged through. Papers and glass lined the floor. Dressers were upturned causing clothes to hang out from the drawer they belonged to. The curtains on the windows in the living room and kitchen were slashed directly down the middle leaving them crumpled on the floor in a ball. Wires from the nearest electrical outlet were spouting off blue tips of electricity.

I walked deeper into the house; my shoes crunching on glass as I did. I saw my mother's room looking just as wrecked as every other room. Her mattress was flipped off the bed, the floor was stained with what looked like some brand of soda, and her mirror she had above her bed was shattered leaving shards on her bed.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. What happened when I was gone? I made a dash to my room trying not to slip on some papers and pushed open my door. My room was untouched; as tidy as it had ever been as a matter of fact. I rummaged through closet, my drawers, even my computer. Not one thing was even an inch out of place. My bed was made with newly changed sheets by the scent of it. This wasn't a robber or anything of that sort. Before I could rule out any possibility to define what happened, I heard footsteps behind me.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to return home. What happened, Eli? Did you forget where you lived?" It was my mother.

I slowly turned around and there she was standing there; arms tightly crossed.

"I…I was staying at … a friend's house," I said my voice cracking in and out.

"Was that the case, Eli? You couldn't call or even stop by perhaps? As your mother I think I should have the slightest amount of respect to know where my son is."

I agreed, but my mother was scaring me. Her tone of voice was different. It wasn't threatening. It was serene, calm, like rain before a storm. My body was shaking where I stood.

"Are you here to stay now, sweetie?" My mother asked running her fingers through the ends of my hair. The further down she got the more she pulled at it. "Haven't you washed your hair? I have enough grease to fry an egg." She shook her hand furiously in front of her.

I remained still not even allowing my own breathing to be heard.

"What's wrong, Eli?" she asked putting her hand on my cheek. "Aren't you glad to be home?"

Before I could respond, I felt a jolt of pain over taking my whole face. My neck snapped towards the right and I wanted to yell out in agony. Managing to reset my neck back to facing frontward, I felt my cheek. It was hot and prickling. I saw traces of blood drip down onto the floor. My mother's nails had swiped at my face leaving what seemed to be claw marks.

She was watching every move I made not looking any bit sorry for striking me.

I felt my jaw crack as I opened my mouth. A new found sense of wrath was rising through my body filling me up with something I've never felt before.

"So that's it is it, mom? HIT ME AGAIN, I DARE YOU! I'm not scared of you anymore. You're a coward. You hide behind everything you can to make yourself look good. I now realized why dad left you and you know what, he made the best decision he could have. You're weak, mom!"

My voice was raised at such a high pitch that I felt my vocal chords straining to continue, but I couldn't hold back anymore. Bottling things up was too much for me anymore.

Just as my mom was about to speak, I cut her off. "You think hitting me would shut me up. You think it'd make me bow down to you. I've felt pain way worse then you could ever give me." I lifted up my shirt and showed her my bruises that still lined most of my torso. "Four kicks to the ribs, mom and look at this too." I flipped my bangs upward and showed her the cut on my forehead, which had healed up but there was a scar fairly visible in its place.

I pointed to my cheek which blood was still running down from. "As for this, I'll just add it to the list of all the wounds life has given me because if anyone has given me the most, it's you mom. You left me here for hours while you worked. You broke our family apart and when my best friend died every hope of me ever feeling emotion again went with him and did you care? No."

My throat was pulsating by now and my tongue was dry, but I fought through it. "The only people who make me feel like a real person, like I mean something, are the girl I'm in love with and one of the most amazing friends I've met at Degrassi."

I stopped speaking and walked up to my mother making sure she could get a clear view of my face. I wanted her to see what she done, the fury that burned through my eyes. I lowered my voice to a whisper, gritted my teeth together and said, "Yell at me, hit me, even kill me for all I care, but when it comes to the end of the day, you mean nothing."

There was a sound of glass breaking as my mother backed away from me. I stared her down, my heart thumping furiously and offbeat in my chest. My hands were clenched up into tight fists and the only reason I noticed was because of the bloodshot red hue they now resembled.

"I'm taking a shower, packing up my stuff, and I'm leaving."

My mother didn't acknowledge anything I had said. Her eyes were dead; a soul wrenched out leaving behind a lifeless body.

Without waiting for a response, even though I knew there wouldn't be one, I headed to the bathroom which aside from everything being thrown around in shambles was decent compared to the rest of the house.

I let the water from the shower run down my body on the highest temperature of heat I could take. It soothed me as it seeped through every pore, every ounce of my damaged and semi aching skin. It was the fastest shower I ever took and in a timeframe of five minutes I was dressed and ready to leave for good.

I grabbed a handful of clothes, my laptop, and all the money I had combined in my drawers. I tossed all of it into my black bag which was residing in the center of my room.

I made my way to the front door and took one final glance of my mother. Her body still hadn't changed positions. Straight back, hands drooping at her sides.

"Goodbye, mom, "I said and turned the doorknob.

"Eli," she called out. "You're just like your father, you know, except he wasn't a murderer."

My mouth dropped and I thought my ears had deceived me. My defenses seemed to shatter and I thought she had pierced every major organ of my body with a jagged edge.

I tore out of the house slamming the door shut and went inside my car. I threw my bag in the back and I felt hot tears streaming down my face.

"I DIDN'T KILL HIM!" I screamed pressing my hands so hard into the steering wheel the horn went off. I jumped and put Morty into gear which sprang to life in the fastest amount it time it had since I bought it. I began to drive away from my house, tears fogging up my eyes.