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Not Just Another Day by Jewel21
Mikey and I are playing cops and robbers in my room when we hear the doorbell ring. My mom answers it and I hear her talking to someone as they go downstairs. Mikey and I are having too much fun to notice who it is but soon we hear the voices getting louder. I recognize my dad's voice and realize that he was the one at the door. Before my parents stopped living together, they never used to fight but since daddy left whenever he comes over they always start yelling really loud. Sometimes he hits her. I hate it when he does that. I'd never tell Mikey but it scares me. I'm really hoping that's not going to happen today. Their voices get louder and I hear something breaking. It makes a loud crashing sound and Mikey makes a funny noise. I get up to go downstairs and help mom, but Mikey stops me. "Don't!" he says his eyes wide with fear.
"Mickey, I have to. I won't take long." I say as I push past him. I hear more yelling and then my mom starts crying. I hate it when my mom cries.
"Maurice, please." He starts crying and I see how scared he is.
"I'll be careful Mikey. I promise. I want to stay but I have to help mom." I tell my little brother. He's crying so hard and I don't know what to do. When dad starts to hit mom the first thing I want to do is help her, to make him stop hurting her. But Mikey is different. When Mikey hears mommy and daddy fighting he wants to run away. He always runs up to his room and hides in the closet or sometimes under his bed. I know he really wants to leave, to go outside, he's told me so, but he's only six and he knows that he's not allowed going outside by himself. I walk towards him and grab his shoulders. I'm about to tell him that it's going to be fine and that I'll just be gone a minute when I hear the front door slam. I look at Mikey for a second before I open the door. "Stay here. I'll be right back." I tell him as I leave.
I go down the stairs slowly. The table's upside down and there's some broken glass on the floor. I look around and then I see her. Mommy. She's on the floor. Her lip is bleeding and there's a bruise on her face. She's crying and I'm scared. I don't know what to do. "Oh Maurice, baby, I'm fine." She tells me as she reaches for the phone and starts to dial. "Go upstairs. Don't leave Mikey alone. Please, baby." I look at her and start to walk over to her but she shakes her head. "Maurice, go stay with Mikey." She tells me her voice hoarse. I turn around and start up the stairs when I hear her talking to someone on the phone. It's grandma and grandpa. They're probably going to come over and bring her to the hospital again. That means that grandma might stay over like last time.
I walk towards my room and I wonder why does my dad have to be so mean? Why does he hit mom? Why is he so mad all the time? Why does he hate mom, and me and Mikey? I open the door and I see Mikey in the corner. He's still crying. I walk over to him and sit beside him. "It's okay." I tell him as I put my arm around him. We sit in silence. And, as we wait for grandma and grandpa, the last question I ask myself before the doorbell rings is why did my dad have to do this today? You see today's my birthday.
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Feedback: Is much appreciated and well taken care of ;)
Not Just Another Day by Jewel21
Mikey and I are playing cops and robbers in my room when we hear the doorbell ring. My mom answers it and I hear her talking to someone as they go downstairs. Mikey and I are having too much fun to notice who it is but soon we hear the voices getting louder. I recognize my dad's voice and realize that he was the one at the door. Before my parents stopped living together, they never used to fight but since daddy left whenever he comes over they always start yelling really loud. Sometimes he hits her. I hate it when he does that. I'd never tell Mikey but it scares me. I'm really hoping that's not going to happen today. Their voices get louder and I hear something breaking. It makes a loud crashing sound and Mikey makes a funny noise. I get up to go downstairs and help mom, but Mikey stops me. "Don't!" he says his eyes wide with fear.
"Mickey, I have to. I won't take long." I say as I push past him. I hear more yelling and then my mom starts crying. I hate it when my mom cries.
"Maurice, please." He starts crying and I see how scared he is.
"I'll be careful Mikey. I promise. I want to stay but I have to help mom." I tell my little brother. He's crying so hard and I don't know what to do. When dad starts to hit mom the first thing I want to do is help her, to make him stop hurting her. But Mikey is different. When Mikey hears mommy and daddy fighting he wants to run away. He always runs up to his room and hides in the closet or sometimes under his bed. I know he really wants to leave, to go outside, he's told me so, but he's only six and he knows that he's not allowed going outside by himself. I walk towards him and grab his shoulders. I'm about to tell him that it's going to be fine and that I'll just be gone a minute when I hear the front door slam. I look at Mikey for a second before I open the door. "Stay here. I'll be right back." I tell him as I leave.
I go down the stairs slowly. The table's upside down and there's some broken glass on the floor. I look around and then I see her. Mommy. She's on the floor. Her lip is bleeding and there's a bruise on her face. She's crying and I'm scared. I don't know what to do. "Oh Maurice, baby, I'm fine." She tells me as she reaches for the phone and starts to dial. "Go upstairs. Don't leave Mikey alone. Please, baby." I look at her and start to walk over to her but she shakes her head. "Maurice, go stay with Mikey." She tells me her voice hoarse. I turn around and start up the stairs when I hear her talking to someone on the phone. It's grandma and grandpa. They're probably going to come over and bring her to the hospital again. That means that grandma might stay over like last time.
I walk towards my room and I wonder why does my dad have to be so mean? Why does he hit mom? Why is he so mad all the time? Why does he hate mom, and me and Mikey? I open the door and I see Mikey in the corner. He's still crying. I walk over to him and sit beside him. "It's okay." I tell him as I put my arm around him. We sit in silence. And, as we wait for grandma and grandpa, the last question I ask myself before the doorbell rings is why did my dad have to do this today? You see today's my birthday.
End